Limited Extra Time - Chapter 137

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The Doomed Extra’s Time

A long romance fantasy novel by Ja-eun Hyang

The Doomed Extra’s Time

Chapter 137

Millaiyen’s breath caught as her head lolled to the side.

He leaned down urgently, pressing his ear against the hollow of Carina Leopold’s chest.

A faint heartbeat thrummed against his ear. Only then did he release a breath of relief.

“…I’ve pushed myself to the limit.”

He murmured the words lowly, remaining seated beside Carina Leopold for a long while.

Her breathing steadied and deepened.

After listening to her breathe for an extended time, he slowly rose to his feet.

‘I need to organize my thoughts.’

Carina Leopold had promised to live.

What remained was to consult with Periel Kalos and Winston about how to proceed.

Millaiyen glanced back at Carina Leopold once more, then exhaled heavily.

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Nocton rushed back to the Annex Building, breathing hard. The shock from his encounter with the Dragon gradually faded from his expression.

‘Our eyes met.’

My eyes met the gaze of a repulsive reptilian creature.

Fortunately, I concealed myself quickly enough, but I couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered.

I slowly dragged my hand across my face, turning over the conversation I’d just overheard in my mind.

-If one were to harbor Haron in their heart in such a manner, it wouldn’t be incorrect to say they would live an eternal, immortal existence.

Nocton, too, had walked the path of learning from childhood thanks to Winston. As a result, I could decipher ancient languages to a considerable degree.

Of course, I couldn’t read and write ancient languages as fluently as the Imperial tongue, but if I took my time, I could manage to read books written in the old language well enough.

“…Haron?”

Now that I thought about it, wasn’t that a word I’d heard frequently in this manor?

Since arriving in the Northern Territory, I’d heard similar words countless times. But whenever I tried to ask the servants about it, they would all become sharp-tongued, and I couldn’t even open my mouth.

‘Eternal and immortal, you say?’

They spoke as though they could save the dying Carina Leopold.

And that wasn’t all. I’d heard that the master of this manor had been gravely wounded, yet now he appeared perfectly fine.

Having heard stories that his abdomen had been pierced and that he’d fallen into unconsciousness, Nocton had wanted to go help, but the servants wouldn’t permit me to leave the Annex Building.

Then, in the chaos of this commotion, an opportunity arose, and Nocton managed to slip out and see for myself—

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this.

Yet the master of the manor I actually witnessed was perfectly well. Though his complexion was somewhat pallid, there seemed to be nothing wrong with his movements.

…Was it thanks to this thing called Haron?

I murmured softly to myself.

They said Carina of the Leopold Family was dying.

Since Winston has never made an incorrect diagnosis, she will surely die.

Yet they conversed as though they could save her life.

To think there might be a way to save someone destined to die so soon.

…And Abelia’s illness as well.

A peculiar gleam flickered across Nocton’s eyes.

If Haron was indeed the kind of panacea he suspected, then it was entirely plausible.

If it could resurrect the dying, surely it could cure an incurable disease?

I need to discover what Haron truly is first.

It was a strange jewel-like object. With it, I could cure Abelia’s illness.

If I could master Haron completely, perhaps Winston would look upon me again. He might even return the physician’s credentials he took from me.

Even if he didn’t, Count Leopold would surely move if I mentioned that such a panacea existed in the Northern Territory.

Once my name was restored to honor….

My teacher would see me again. He would regret his disappointment.

A dark smile played across Nocton’s lips.

Though he may be disappointed now, he would surely look upon me once more.

Patients have their priorities. I simply prioritized the more critical case.

At least by my standards, that was so.

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What was wrong with that? He still could not fathom it. Surely a young girl deserved priority over a fully grown woman, did she not?

“My teacher will understand me.” He would acknowledge that while his teacher’s reasoning was sound, my own reasoning was equally valid.

He did not consider himself wicked. Nocton believed this was simply his own way of doing things.

‘I just need to produce results.’ Save Haron, create the cure. Heal Abelia from her incurable illness and earn my master’s recognition once more. Then surely the Capital will acknowledge my accomplishments. Count Leopold is not a stingy man—he will certainly reward me handsomely for the cure. With that thought, Nocton drew in a deep breath.

He peered outside with extreme caution. Fortunately, thanks to the Dragon, the Leopold Manor remained in disarray. The Annex Building was nearly empty of people.

“Phew…”

He slipped carefully out of the Annex Building. Fortune favored him—the chaos throughout the manor meant he encountered no one on his way to the Main Residence. A favorable omen indeed. A smile curved across his lips. He reached the entrance of the Main Residence and exhaled slowly. As expected, a guard stood at the entrance.

“Stop. What business do you have here?”

“Aren’t you that fellow who came with our young lady’s father—or rather, Count Leopold?”

At the mention of Count Leopold, the atmosphere turned hostile in an instant. The guard looked ready to draw his sword at any moment. Nocton’s

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throat tightened visibly.

“Ah! No, I… I came to see my master, Winston. I am his apprentice.”

“Physician Winston’s?”

“Yes! Is he inside?”

The soldiers’ faces hardened.

Winston had somehow become the Duke’s Estate’s primary physician.

When soldiers were injured, he personally tended their wounds and provided appropriate treatment.

“He’s here, but he’s busy with a meeting right now. Besides, we’ve never heard him mention having a scrawny apprentice who looks like a parasitic worm.”

“Well, he’s not one to talk much about himself. If he’s busy, I can wait in his room. Would that be acceptable?”

The two soldiers exchanged glances.

Both had received help from Winston before, and they rather liked his generous and forthright nature.

Yet this disciple of mine is utterly unsettling.

“I’ll take you to Physician Winston’s room. Stay there and nowhere else.”

“Of course.”

Nocton answered with his customary affable smile playing at his lips.

He had learned long ago that his handsome features were instrumental in winning people’s favor.

Of course, the soldiers found it distasteful.

Such a gentle smile was hardly familiar to Northern Territory folk like them. Nocton’s social graces were survival tactics—a means to curry favor with people.

“This way.”

Following the soldier’s guidance into Leopold Manor, I surveyed the interior with careful attention.

People moved about in bustling activity, and

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fortunately, no one paid me any mind amid the commotion. It was favorable timing that Peng had stepped away to attend to his master.

“Here it is. Go inside and don’t come out.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Nocton smiled graciously once more. The soldier turned away with a reluctant expression. Shown into Physician Winston’s room, I slowly surveyed my surroundings.

‘A fine room.’

The touch of my master Physician Winston was evident throughout. The space was austere and immaculate—documents organized without clutter, the medical bag he favored placed carefully in one corner. The air was saturated with the scent of ink, paper, and various medicinal herbs.

It was a scent I had encountered long ago. Lost in nostalgia, I circled the room before approaching the desk. The bookshelf beside it was crammed with volumes—medical texts, histories and legends of the Northern Territory, and even shabby, worn books that seemed to contain the sort of fantastical tales he ordinarily showed no interest in.

On the desk sat an inkwell with its cap carefully sealed to keep the ink fresh, along with several documents and books. Beside them lay a worn notebook—not aged with time, but bearing countless traces of repeated opening and closing, of constant handling. My gaze fixed upon that notebook and would not release it.

‘First, Haron…’

Nocton had searched through every nook and cranny of this place.

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But Haron was nowhere to be found.

Upon spotting the medical bag, he’d even opened drawers in likely locations, yet his search yielded nothing. He drew a sharp breath and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“He’s not here.”

Should I check the other rooms?

As he deliberated for a moment, the doorknob clicked and turned. Nocton’s body went rigid.

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