The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 201

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“I’ll ask again. Who is the ‘Elisha’ the Duke mentioned?”

Tesagh thought it was like a question thrown by God.

It was heavy and overwhelming. He couldn’t readily gauge what would be the right way to answer.

A halfhearted answer like “I don’t know well” wouldn’t work, and he didn’t want to answer that way either.

Then.

“Elisha is…”

Taking a deep breath, he answered quietly and briefly.

“She is Your Grace’s granddaughter.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes. That’s all I can answer. The remaining answers can be given by Your Grace of the past, and of the future.”

Tesagh thought about how Elisha would have spoken.

Elisha wouldn’t speak at length, nor would she try to persuade by holding onto a patient first.

He picked up the tray.

“Let me look at your arm.”

He disinfected Michele’s arm, where blood was still gushing from where the needle had been pulled out.

Like Elisha, who had treated his wounds first instead of questioning him when he returned covered in blood, who had shared her own story first instead of demanding answers.

“I thought she was a suspicious person. At first.”

He couldn’t answer Michele’s question. He didn’t know the answer.

But he could tell a story.

“Her skilled customer service attitude that was hard to believe for a new president who had just inherited the family business, her composure in always smiling and treating people despite being tired and exhausted, and her smooth conversational skills that made you naturally feel goodwill toward her.”

“…”

“But the most suspicious thing was the glimpses of desperation I caught. What was she so busy with? What was making this person so desperate?”

Tearing the gauze, Tesagh quietly continued.

“I was curious about the reason. I questioned her directly, asked roundabout questions, and even investigated behind her back without her knowing. But as the time I spent watching her increased, I gradually became curious about something other than the reason.”

Tesagh, who had paused briefly, lowered his eyes.

“Whether there was any way I could help, whether she was having a hard time. And when she occasionally showed a lonely expression… whether it would be okay for me to stay by her side, things like that.”

“…”

“Drawing goodwill from someone who distrusted you is not an easy task. And making them empathize with your cause and want to join you beyond goodwill is even more difficult. But that person accomplished all of that. Through her efforts alone.”

Having finished wrapping all the bandages and raising his head, Tesagh met the violet eyes.

“And that person would probably be quite embarrassed if she heard this story and deflect the credit, saying she only did what she learned from her grandfather. That’s the kind of person she is. Elisha is.”

Those who knew both Elisha and Michele used to say they resembled nothing except their eye color.

But suddenly Tesagh thought the two were quite similar.

Michele’s eyes, which had clearly been observing him the entire time, trembled.

Michele, who had been looking at the neatly wrapped bandages for a moment, opened his mouth with a voice like charcoal.

“Are you saying that if there had been even the slightest suspicious thing about ‘Elisha,’ I wouldn’t have kept her by my side? So you’re saying my past self could be the answer.”

It was a cold statement. He also seemed to have little interest in the ‘Elisha’ from the story.

Though a conclusion as dry as a blade came back, Tesagh wasn’t disappointed.

Michele wasn’t questioning further. That was enough for now. It meant he had room to think.

“It also means that if there had been even slightly suspicious parts, this Moro would have known.”

He didn’t know what kind of time Michele had gone through to decide to accept Elisha as his granddaughter.

But Tesagh decided not to dwell on that.

“What do you mean when you say my future self will be able to give answers?”

“That’s because the story I’m about to tell is something Your Grace at this point in time doesn’t know.”

“How can I give answers to things I haven’t experienced yet?”

“You can make guesses, can’t you? Since you know the footsteps you’ve taken, you’ll also know the footsteps you’ll take. The person who knows your steps best is yourself.”

“…”

“So please walk with me.”

What was more important to him was what kind of person Elisha was now, and what help he could give her.

Tesagh began explaining what had happened.

He focused on events. He minimized parts that might sound like tales of hardship.

Time was short, and he thought telling that story was Elisha’s role.

After finishing his explanation through the story of siblings Rosaline and Hugo, Rugenote and the Ruby Tablet, and that Eivor had returned as a corpse.

Tesagh paused briefly before adding.

“Your Grace deliberately didn’t take the cure, ‘Root of Blindness.’ As a result, you’ve been suffering from the current idiopathic condition where your memory regresses from a few months ago. You could have delayed it even a little if you had taken the cure, but Your Grace chose not to.”

“…”

“From my perspective, it was incomprehensible behavior, but Elisha said this. That there must have been a reason Your Grace had to lose your memory. That there must have been a reason you had no choice.”

Tesagh looked at Michele.

“Do you have any idea?”

It was when Michele’s lips were slowly opening.

Knock knock.

A knocking sound was heard. Looking back, a Border Guard was standing outside the window. His expression was very bad.

‘What happened?’

Tesagh sighed.

Even if it was a Border Guard, the situation wasn’t suitable to entrust Michele’s care to him.

But he couldn’t ignore official duties either. Tesagh wrote down the pager number and went down.

“Excuse me for a moment. If anything comes to mind, please contact me here without fail. This is my direct pager line.”

Tesagh, who was about to get up, paused briefly.

“And.”

He took out Elisha’s photo from his pocket and placed it in Michele’s hand along with the memo with the number.

“This person will be your guide. Because she was mine too.”

Tesagh bowed his head lightly and left the hospital room.

Michele, visible through the window, was looking down at the photo.

Watching that scene briefly, Tesagh ordered that no one be let in, then turned to the Border Guard.

“Did the conversation go well?”

“I hope so. What’s the matter, Border Guard?”

Whether it was a perfunctory question, the Border Guard who sighed deeply frowned.

“Crodil Etewyrn has… confessed, they say.”

“…Confessed?”

“It’s called a confession, but it’s closer to exposing himself. He confessed all his past wrongdoings.”

Tesagh, who had stiffened, barely managed to ask.

“Does that make sense?”

“That’s what I’m saying. I don’t understand it. Suddenly late at night, screaming was heard and when people rushed over, he was staring into space reciting his crimes. As if he was making confession before God.”

“Huh.”

“He spilled out not only his own crimes but everyone involved, then collapsed.”

“Was he under an interrogation spell?”

“There’s no way that bastard suddenly had a change of heart, so that’s likely, but…”

The Border Guard rubbed his face wearily.

Tesagh thought he knew what would come next.

“No spell traces were found.”

“Yes. That’s right. There was no spell or anything like that. Maybe a curse was placed on him beforehand.”

Eivor.

The Border Guard, who had been clicking his tongue and laughing bitterly, crossed his arms.

“That’s not all. The Emperor who had been missing was also found.”

“At Mount Cartan?”

“Yes. The joint search team found him just sitting on the mountainside with elite guards. They say he’s in a very weakened state, but there shouldn’t be any major problems with his return.”

All problems had been solved.

The villain had self-destructed and the missing Emperor had returned. The Empire would regain its glory and justice had been served.

…On the surface.

“Crodil has disappeared and the Emperor has weakened.”

This means the Empire must welcome a new Regent King.

As if he didn’t need to hear the rest, the Border Guard took out a piece of paper.

“This is an extra edition I just obtained. It’s probably been distributed throughout the entire Empire by now. Setting aside whether it’s even possible to put an incident that happened just an hour or two ago into print and distribute it across the entire Empire, look at the end part.”

[…Emotion Mage Elisha Rionet, in recognition of the merits established in this incident, will be granted a title…]

The date written was tomorrow.

Regent King Katarina chose Elisha’s title conferment ceremony as her first official event.

“Word came from Milton. The new Regent King has summoned Elisha. Not to the Imperial Palace… but to Etewyrn Manor. He says they’re moving there now.”

The extra edition crumpled in Tesagh’s fingertips.

Belastard, who had been the Border Guard, looked at him and said briefly.

“Are you going to let that child go in there alone?”

“….”

“What are you doing, not running there.”

To a son, not a Duke.

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