The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 152

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“So cozy…”

I opened my eyes after rolling around on the soft, warm blanket.

This was an unfamiliar room. Where am I?

But before I could fully realize it, I heard someone clearing their throat and turned around.

“Are you awake, Miss?”

Several maids were standing in a row, looking at me.

The next sequence was predetermined.

“Please! I can wash myself! I’m embarrassed!”

“I see. I’ll have them bring bath toys so you can forget your embarrassment.”

“What?!”

Thanks to the maids who were orderly yet forceful, kind yet deaf to my words, I was bathed by others’ hands for the first time in my life.

Holding a duck-shaped squeaky toy, I came to my senses to find everything was already finished.

“How is it? Are you satisfied with the Duke’s Residence maids’ skills?”

“Yes, thank you…”

“That’s fortunate. If you give us another chance, we’ll serve you with utmost care. Well then, Duke is waiting for you.”

The maids who had adorably styled my hair were expressionless and blunt, but somehow looked proud.

I opened the door and went out, half out of my mind.

“…So cute…!”

“We did well to give her the duck toy…!”

Did I hear cheering through the gap of the door that hadn’t closed behind me?

For now, I bowed politely to Tesagh, who was leaning against a pillar.

“Did you sleep well, Duke?”

“…You? Did you sleep well?”

“Thanks to you, I slept soundly without even dreaming. The room you gave me was incredibly nice?”

As I answered with a smile, I looked around the corridor and suddenly realized.

This low-ceilinged room located in the innermost part of the manor, could it be Tesagh’s…?

However, Tesagh didn’t give me a chance to ask, nodding as if it was good that I slept well, and guided me to the banquet hall.

It was when we finished lunch.

“…About what happened yesterday. Do you remember?”

No wonder the lunch menu had so many hangover soup dishes like stew and soup!

I only had a few glasses of champagne, but he definitely sees me as a complete drunkard.

I answered a bit sullenly.

“Of course, I remember everything. How could I forget that?”

“Everything?”

“Yes, I even remember you scolding me for saying things I didn’t mean.”

“Ah. Even that.”

I heard a somewhat deflated sigh.

When I looked up, Tesagh’s ears were slightly red.

“Well, it’s good that you remember.”

“Just so you know, it wasn’t some drunken confession. I was being very serious.”

“I could tell just from your expression yesterday. I never dismissed it as nonsense or doubted your intentions. However…”

However?

When I tilted my head, Tesagh shook his.

“Never mind. Let’s go check the materials first.”

Does he have something to say?

But since I was more curious about the materials, I decided to follow him without complaint.

My heart kept fluttering the entire way to the Magic Tower on one side of the Duke’s Residence.

‘Finally, I can learn about the Root of Blindness.’

This was proper information I was encountering after several months.

I had done my own research and of course asked Stefan the doctor, but only got vague answers.

“I’m quite embarrassed to say this, but I only know that it’s a powerful antidote, Miss Elisha.”

“But… if you only knew it was an antidote, how did you immediately know it was an herb that works for my grandfather?”

“Ah, well, long ago I saw a patient with symptoms similar to Michele’s condition using this herb. So I thought I’d try giving it to him.”

What Hanna wrote while recalling her memories was the same.

‘To summarize, it was about being a perennial plant very rarely found in highland areas, making it difficult to cultivate.’

According to Hanna, the document she restored was an ancient text focused on botany rather than pharmacology.

Rather than examining medicinal effects, it contained analysis of not only the Root of Blindness but other plants from an ecological perspective.

Perhaps because there were many technical terms and much discussion about soil, fertilizers, numerical data, and farming methods, Hanna couldn’t remember accurately.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t the content I had hoped for, but that made it more problematic.

‘If it wasn’t important content, why did it disappear? More precisely, why did Eivor take it?’

I was half-convinced that Eivor was the one who made Hanna’s work disappear.

Whether it was a malicious prank or harassment targeting me, the strange thing was.

‘If he wanted to interfere, he could have just destroyed it. But the fact that both the original and the work disappeared together…’

Could he have taken it to look at it?

Because Eivor also needed that content?

Though I wasn’t certain, I decided to keep in mind the speculation that Eivor was interested in herb cultivation.

While I was pondering, we had arrived at the Magic Tower.

“Greetings… I’m the document decoding specialist. If you have any questions, please ask me…”

A mage with an extremely haggard complexion opened the door for us.

I asked worriedly.

“You must have had a lot to investigate.”

“Huh…? If you’re saying that because of my complexion, that’s not it. I originally look like this and there’s always a lot of work… It’s a joyful thing…”

Confused, I looked at Tesagh, who bluntly said.

“It might sound sarcastic, but he’s sincere.”

“I, I see. Congratulations…?”

“Hehe, thank you…”

Pop, the mage adjusted his glasses and pointed to a scroll with both hands.

“This is content I found and decoded from an old magic book. Please freely partake of the essence of knowledge…”

“Stop being so frantic and go somewhere else.”

“Yes…”

Tesagh, who had chased away the mage, also stepped back.

It seemed to be his way of being considerate.

I bowed my head slightly in gratitude, took out my notebook and pen, and stood before the scroll.

[…It is known as an herb that was secretly distributed among a very small number of nobles in Presripe…]

My pen moved busily as I copied the content.

[…It was once used in magic potions, but is rarely used now. Because it came to be recognized as a poisonous plant…]

‘Magic potion? Poisonous plant?’

Thump, my heart sank.

I almost dropped my pen, but I bit my lip and continued reading.

‘Ah, so it was a misunderstanding. Because there were many cases of reverse poisoning. But according to this person’s research results, if you follow the proper usage, it’s especially effective for memory problems…’

That was fortunate, but it was definitely a dangerous herb.

Would it be okay for Grandfather to drink something like that?

And why was Grandfather, whom I saw in my younger days when I fainted, drinking herbal decoction even before the onset of his illness?

I was examining the text, wondering if there might be more information about its usage.

My gaze stopped at one particular spot.

[…Only the roots are used because magical power is concentrated in the roots. This rare herb that grows in high mountain regions, feeding only on snow and magic stones…]

‘An herb with concentrated magical power?’

I approached the mage who had been hovering in the distance.

“Mage, what does it mean for an herb to have concentrated magical power? How is it used?”

“It’s exactly as it sounds… Since you can’t chew and eat magic stones, you use herbs with concentrated magical power as an indirect way of consuming it…”

“But isn’t magical power only necessary for mages? Do ordinary people need such herbs too?”

The mage smiled. His expression seemed to say, why are you asking something so obvious?

“No. They don’t need it…”

Just as I froze and was about to stammer out another question.

Tesagh strode over and spoke harshly.

“Read the room. Don’t you realize this is a serious situation? Explain it clearly, in detail, so it’s easy to understand.”

“Ah, what I meant was!”

The mage, startled by the overwhelming killing intent, straightened his posture like a soldier, as if he had never been sluggish.

“Of course ordinary people don’t need it! But someone suffering from a magical power-related illness might need it!”

“A magical power-related illness? You mean a curse?”

“Rather than a curse!”

The mage, glancing nervously at Tesagh, added.

“When the balance of magical power in the body is disrupted, cognitive abilities and memory often decline! So there are cases where magical power is consumed to restore that balance! I read it in a book!”

Tesagh glanced at me briefly, then asked as if confirming.

“You’re saying even non-mages need such things?”

“Yes, there are often people who possess magical power even if they’re not mages! When such people are exposed to excessive divine power, the balance is disrupted…”

“Hah.”

The strength left my tense body.

I rubbed my face wearily and muttered.

“This is exactly Grandfather’s story. If we think that Grandfather actually had magical power, everything makes sense.”

“He would have encountered many sacred objects while running the pawnshop.”

“I see. So that’s what it was…”

“…Are you alright?”

Tesagh asked worriedly.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Of course. It means it’s a treatable illness.”

I was sincere.

“Now that he’s away from the pawnshop, he won’t have to deal with sacred objects, and if he just takes that herb regularly, his balance can be restored, right?”

I can see… hope.

I grasped Tesagh’s hand firmly with both of mine.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me. You have no idea how much strength these words give me.”

Tesagh, who had been quietly looking down at me, gently pulled me into an embrace with his free hand.

I was a little surprised, but relaxed at his response.

“Everything will be fine.”

Yes. Everything will be fine.

When someone usually so cynical said that to me, it really felt like everything would be fine.

I leaned halfway into Tesagh’s embrace as he patted my back, savoring those words for a long time.

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“I’ll look into it further! Just tell me anything you need!”

Whether it was because he’d been verbally beaten by Tesagh, or because he saw my expression, the mage was in an overly enthusiastic state.

Probably the former, but either way, I’m grateful he’ll look into it.

After explaining in detail about the illness called ‘Mendax’ and Grandfather’s symptoms, I returned through the magic circle.

“Hello, Milton?”

“Hiiit!”

I encountered Milton making a strange sound while quickly hiding something.

From what I could see, what he hid behind his back was a yellow tabloid famous for gossip.

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

“No, well, that is… Hah.”

Milton, who had been watching my reaction for some reason, handed me the newspaper, and I frowned as I read the article inside.

[…Exclusive: Duke Tesagh Alister Moro in Love? “The other party is!” Shocking report…]

…What is this…?

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