In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 62

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 62

We immediately took a carriage and returned to the Lombardi Estate.

Emperor Yobanes said he would call the Imperial Palace physician right away, but Father refused.

In the carriage on the way home, Father spoke with a complicated expression while smiling to reassure me that he was fine.

“We can’t let the Imperial family know about Lombardi’s internal affairs.”

Even though something was wrong with my body right now, he had to worry about the clan’s matters.

Fortunately, thanks to Grandfather sending someone to the estate in advance, preparations were quick.

When we arrived, servants were waiting with a stretcher.

However, not knowing the detailed reason, they all stiffened when they opened the carriage door and saw Father lying half-reclined.

“Ah, I’m sorry to cause trouble.”

Father smiled while lying on the stretcher.

“…Don’t say such useless things.”

Grandfather spoke to Father in a low voice.

The bedroom was already perfectly prepared to receive Father.

When we opened the door to our quarters, Cleribane and Loril were waiting with stern faces.

“You came at this late hour, Lord Cleribane.”

“Is time really the issue here?”

Even though they had been working closely together as partners for several years now, Father and Cleribane always used polite honorifics with each other.

“The physician?”

Grandfather asked the butler.

“We’ve contacted Doctor Omari.”

Everything was happening too quickly.

Father lying in bed massaging his right leg, and Grandfather sitting in the chair beside him.

And the people who had gathered to help us.

Everyone was struggling just to accept this situation.

However, no one knew the reason why Father had collapsed.

Except for me.

Among the people moving busily, I struggled to manage my expression.

For Father’s sake, who didn’t yet know what his illness was, I tried not to look too serious and pretended to be distracted.

But it seemed my efforts were meaningless in front of Father.

“Tia.”

Father called me.

The bedroom became quiet.

The people who had been moving busily suddenly stopped and looked at me.

It seemed everyone had forgotten about my presence.

“Daddy is fine.”

Father said.

“I know.”

I answered while hiding my inner turmoil as much as possible.

“Yes. Our Tia is smart.”

Even while looking at his face smiling affectionately at me, I couldn’t smile back.

“You don’t need to be scared.”

I couldn’t answer.

That I should be scared.

That the disease Father had was a frightening disease.

And that this disease had taken Father away from me in my previous life.

Such words seemed ready to slip out between my lips.

Instead of saying other words, I just hung my head low.

“Tia…?”

Father seemed surprised by my reaction and widened his eyes.

Ah, I should make him feel more at ease.

But the sight of Father lying in bed overlapped too much with the image of him on his sickbed in my previous life that remained in my memory.

The best I could do was not bite my lower lip.

Father must have thought my condition was serious.

Even with his uncomfortable body, he tried to get up from the bed to approach me.

“Doctor Omari has arrived.”

Fortunately, along with the butler’s voice, Doctor Omari arrived carrying his medical bag.

“Please excuse us for a moment.”

Grandfather said to the people.

Before long, only Father and I, along with Grandfather and Doctor Omari, remained in the bedroom.

“What are your symptoms?”

“First, my right leg…”

Father calmly explained his condition.

I already knew without listening.

No, I knew everything that would happen from now on.

The sensory abnormality starting from the right leg would gradually worsen over the course of a week.

Doctor Omari would do his best to prescribe medicine, but it wouldn’t have much effect.

At best, it would only reduce the discomfort from the paralysis.

And in a month, paralysis would begin in the other leg too.

Another month, and the range of motion in his right arm would rapidly narrow.

Another month.

He would become completely unable to use his right hand.

And so, a week before my birthday, Father, who couldn’t move anything below his neck, would even suffer from breathing difficulties.

Unable to bear watching Father suffer so much, when I prayed all night long for Father to die quickly instead.

Three days before my birthday.

Father took his last breath and closed his eyes.

Unstoppable memories came flooding in like a tide.

“Pirenthia, come here.”

Grandfather, perhaps worried about me being alone, gestured from near the bed.

But I shook my head.

And I sat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, far away from the bed.

“Have you fallen recently, or injured your back?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then…”

Doctor Omari examined Father with a very careful attitude.

“Can you try moving your toes?”

“Hmm…”

Father concentrated all his attention while looking at his toes, but his right foot didn’t move at all.

“This is strange…”

Father seemed bewildered and tried several times with a frown, but it was useless.

It was natural since the leg that had been fine until this morning suddenly wouldn’t obey him as if it had become someone else’s.

That was exactly the terror of the disease called Tlenbroo.

It appears suddenly without any warning signs.

It’s not a hereditary disease either.

No one knows how this disease develops.

It was the same in my previous life.

Estira had only created medicine to eliminate paralysis symptoms.

She hadn’t discovered the cause of the disease called Tlenbroo.

“Do you have any pain in your leg?”

“Pain… No. I’d rather it hurt. This feels like my legs have suddenly disappeared.”

“Hmm…”

Doctor Omari’s expression grew increasingly grim.

“How peculiar. These are not typical symptoms.”

Though he was stalling with various words, Doctor Omari probably already knew.

That Father’s sudden and strange symptoms pointed to only one disease—Tlenbroo disease.

Father seemed to sense something from Doctor Omari’s increasingly silent demeanor.

He looked at Grandfather with dark eyes, then spoke to me sitting quietly in the corner.

“Tia, could you step out for a moment?”

“…Yes.”

I quietly left the room and closed the door.

I didn’t try to eavesdrop on their conversation inside.

I already knew what they would say.

“Young Lady…”

Loril and Cleribane, who had been waiting outside the door, stood up when they saw me.

“Please don’t worry too much. Lord Gallahan will be fine.”

Though Loril embraced me with her warm arms, it was useless as my insides felt frozen solid.

“Could you bring me a cup of warm milk?”

I asked Loril.

“Of course, Young Lady. Please wait just a moment!”

Loril was delighted that I wanted to drink something and hurried toward the kitchen.

Now only Cleribane and I remained in the drawing room.

Cleribane didn’t readily try to comfort me.

He seemed to have read something unusual from my attitude.

“Cleribane.”

“Yes, Lady Pirenthia.”

“I need to send a letter far away. Please find someone who is fast and trustworthy.”

I picked up a pen from the notepad on the drawing room table.

I didn’t hesitate about what to write.

Knowing this day would come, my hand holding the pen didn’t tremble.

I handed the short letter I had quickly scrawled to Cleribane.

“Send it just like this.”

“This is…”

Since I hadn’t folded the paper, Cleribane could see the entire contents of the letter.

Cleribane’s blue eyes wavered.

“Where should I send the letter…”

Click.

Father’s bedroom door opened and Doctor Omari came out.

The doctor didn’t look at me.

No, he gave a brief greeting and hurried past, as if avoiding eye contact with me.

Right.

He had just informed Father of his terminal illness and couldn’t bear to look at that young daughter.

I let out a small sigh.

“Tia, would you come in?”

Then I heard Father’s voice calling me.

Cleribane quietly followed behind me as I headed to the bedroom.

Father was sitting on the bed just as he had been moments before.

“Doctor Omari told me what the problem is, Tia.”

Father spoke to me with a smiling face.

“It’s just that my leg muscles were startled for a moment, so he said I’ll recover quickly.”

What?

I doubted my ears.

And my heart pounded.

Could the future have changed?

Could it really not be Tlenbroo disease?

Then I looked at Grandfather.

“Ah…”

Grandfather wasn’t looking at me.

Like Doctor Omari, he avoided my gaze.

“Daddy will be fine soon.”

Father spoke to me in a lively voice.

“Don’t worry too much, Tia.”

I couldn’t say anything.

It felt like I had swallowed a large stone and my throat was blocked.

Even at this moment when he had learned he was afflicted with a disease that had no cure, Father was thinking more about me.

Worried that his daughter, who had just turned ten, might worry about him.

Worried she might be scared.

With such a young face, so cheerfully.

I gritted my teeth and stared at Father before turning away.

Then I spoke to Cleribane.

“Send the letter to the Imperial Academy, and the recipient is…”

Mine and Father’s only hope.

“Please address it to ‘Estira.'”

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