Let’s Make Saving a Habit - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122
“Ugh, I don’t care what you do, just do something…!”
In that brief moment, the Magic Tower Master’s face had turned ashen.
Given how rapidly his condition deteriorated, it seemed to be acute indigestion.
I grabbed a servant who was standing by and made a request.
“Bring me a sterilized needle and thread.”
“Yes, understood.”
Startled by the mention of a needle, the Magic Tower Master yelped and stumbled backward.
“W-what are you planning to do to me! Why on earth do you need a needle?”
“It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry. It’ll be over in a flash.”
“C-couldn’t you make it painless like magic?”
“If you could heal yourself that way, you would have used self-healing magic long ago. A light prick and it’s done.”
“W-what? You’re really going to pierce living flesh with a needle?”
As our standoff dragged on, Grandfather Declan clicked his tongue in exasperation.
“Tsk, afraid of a needle at your age.”
“Pain doesn’t disappear just because you’re older! I simply endure it for the sake of social dignity. Of course, I never cultivated such restraint!”
“How admirable.”
“Y-you! Heartless wretch! The kind who wouldn’t bleed a single drop even if pierced by a needle!”
Meanwhile, the servant I’d sent returned with a sterilized needle and thread on a tray.
“Well, it’s true that age doesn’t make one immune to pain. That’s precisely why I’m trying to ease your indigestion now, isn’t it?”
The Magic Tower Master weighed his options between remaining in his current state of indigestion and being pricked by a needle, then finally relented with a resigned expression.
“Fine…. Do as you wish.”
I smirked and began tapping the Magic Tower Master’s back.
After tapping for a while, I started massaging from his back downward, guiding the blood down toward his arm.
Then I wound the thread around my thumb to contain the blood and raised the needle.
“Eek!”
“It’ll sting a little.”
Unable to bear watching the needle pierce his own flesh, the Magic Tower Master turned his head away.
Seizing the moment, I gently pricked beneath his thumbnail with the needle.
He startled and tried to move, but fortunately Elysion held him firmly in place, preventing the needle from piercing too deeply.
“When will you be done?”
“It’s already finished.”
“What?”
The Magic Tower Master straightened his head and looked at his hand, eyes wide with surprise.
I squeezed his hand to encourage the bleeding.
Dark crimson blood began seeping from where I’d pricked it with the needle.
“See? The blood is dark in color. Now that I’ve released the stagnant blood, you should feel better.”
In truth, the prevailing theory was that bloodletting worked because the tense body suddenly relaxed all at once.
But the idea of releasing stagnant blood sounded far more convincing….
Well, regardless of the actual mechanism, one thing was certain: the results were remarkably effective.
“Hmm, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would.”
“Right?”
I wiped away the Magic Tower Master’s blood and carefully unwound the thread.
Barely moments after pricking his finger, the Magic Tower Master stared at me with an expression of disbelief as I finished tidying up, as if the swelling had already subsided completely.
“Why has all the inflammation vanished so quickly? What kind of magic did you use?”
“Ha, I told you I can’t use magic like that. Besides, if I had used magic, you would have noticed immediately, wouldn’t you?”
“Hmm. Remarkable….”
At the Magic Tower Master’s reaction, Grandfather Declan’s lips twitched upward with pride.
“See? I told you our granddaughter could heal you, didn’t I?”
“You’re certainly confident enough to boast about it.”
For the first time, the Magic Tower Master nodded as if Grandfather Declan’s words were correct.
Then he suddenly seized my hand and exclaimed:
“You pass as my daughter-in-law!”
“…What?”
“Indeed, there’s no one more suited to our son than you! Our daughter-in-law!”
If I was only now passing as a daughter-in-law, did that mean everything before this was a lie?
I was still deliberating whether to be pleased or displeased about this.
Grandfather Declan suddenly threw a fit and wedged himself between the Magic Tower Master and me.
“Who do you think you are, making our granddaughter your daughter-in-law without permission! Let go of her hand!”
“…Honestly, isn’t this a matter where you shouldn’t be interfering?”
“What! Why can’t I interfere!”
“Well, she’s your granddaughter, but she’s my son, isn’t she?”
He smiled smugly, looking at Grandfather as if to say try refuting that if you can.
I cautiously observed Grandfather’s expression, thinking this was hopeless.
And the moment I saw his face turning red with agitation, I realized it.
Another argument was about to break out.

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The visit to the Magic Tower began with a quarrel between the Magic Tower Master and Grandfather Declan, and ended with one as well.
Since it seemed the tension had only worsened between the two of them, I wondered if bringing Grandfather along had been a mistake.
But as we parted ways, I decided to take Elysion’s words in a positive light.
[At least we earned some points with my father, right?]
Though honestly, given that he was already calling me his daughter-in-law, I wasn’t sure how meaningful those points were.
But well, something good is still something good.
And so, the next morning.
I had just finished preparing to meet with the Marchioness Primula.
I intended to interrogate her and extract whatever information I could about the Tempus Family.
Before departing by carriage, I had some time to spare, so I was handling some light work in my office when—
Knock, knock.
“Come in.”
Ron appeared at my door with a serious expression.
“Tania, do you have a moment?”
Judging by his expression, I’d need to make time even if I didn’t have it.
This conversation was going to take a while.
I glanced at the clock—I still had plenty of time.
“Go ahead.”
At that, he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him despite having been half-leaning against it as if ready to leave.
Then he locked the door handle, ensuring complete privacy before standing before me.
This was clearly something related to the Information Guild that couldn’t be overheard.
“Tania, you asked me to look into the Marchioness Primula a while back, right?”
“Yes. I was actually planning to visit her today. Did you find something?”
“When that Marchioness was still the young lady of Tempus, she ran away from home once. Did you know that?”
“Yes, I know about it.”
It happened before I was even born, but it was famous enough that I was aware of it.
I’d heard that the previous Duke of Tempus spent quite a bit of money because of her elopement.
“When Rivera ran away, the escort request was apparently handled by the Golden Silver Mercenary Company.”
“Ah… really?”
It was interesting, but nothing more than that.
I thought it was entirely plausible.
After all, the Golden Silver Mercenary Company was the most trustworthy mercenary organization in the Empire.
Despite my lukewarm reaction, Ron’s expression remained tense.
He looked like he was hesitating to say something.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Tania, I want you to know first that this is just my speculation and I have nothing concrete to confirm it.”
“Then why are you dragging this out?”
“After synthesizing the information, it appears that when Rivera ran away in the past and left the household empty, the one who took on her escort request was Aiden.”
My eyes narrowed to slits.
Could it be that Father helped Rivera escape, and the Tempus Duchy harbors ill will because of it?
No, that couldn’t be it.
If that were the case, Ron’s expression wouldn’t be this dark.
I stared at him pointedly, urging him to continue.
Ron’s pupils trembled faintly—the expression of someone wrestling with something painful.
“Ron.”
At my prompting, he exhaled softly and continued speaking.
He seemed reluctant, as though forcing the words out.
“After Rivera’s escape attempt failed, she underwent the Evanesco ceremony and married Marquis Primula.”
“I know that already. And?”
“Rivera became pregnant immediately after the marriage, but unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage when she was nearly at term.”
I felt bewildered.
Why was he bringing up that tragic loss from the past?
“The timing of her miscarriage coincides exactly with the period when Aiden’s Golden Silver Mercenary Company was absent.”
I blinked slowly.
I had clearly heard every word he said.
Yet my thoughts seemed to stall—I couldn’t quite grasp what Ron was implying.
“Ron, what exactly are you trying to say?”

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