The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 58

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Tesagh, who had been keeping watch across from Elisha for a while, got up.

‘Why does she always sleep in places like this?’

He thought about covering her with a blanket, then shook his head.

He had done this once before when she fainted. Laying her down shouldn’t be a problem.

Come to think of it, fainting like that, and getting drunk from just the rum in a cake.

‘What on earth is wrong with her body, really.’

Despite his somewhat harsh thoughts, Tesagh was carefully laying Elisha down on the floor when he flinched.

Elisha had her eyes half open.

His thought from a few seconds ago that laying her down wouldn’t be a problem came crashing down.

His mind went blank, and before he could make any excuses, Elisha’s lips opened first.

“Um, could you do an investigation for me?”

Thank goodness.

Judging by her slow speech and lack of concern about the close distance, she was still drunk.

Strictly speaking, Tesagh’s identity as an Information Guild member was just a disguise, but he had to accept Elisha’s requests.

‘Now that I know Eivor can disguise himself, I need to keep watching the pawnshop too.’

It wouldn’t be bad to create an excuse to come back.

Tesagh nodded, stopping mid-way through laying Elisha down, kneeling on one knee.

“Please look into some information about an herb. It’s called ‘snow mint root’…”

An investigation wouldn’t be difficult.

But an herb?

‘I heard rumors that the grandfather was sick. So is this related to the grandfather?’

But hadn’t Elisha said her grandfather went on a trip?

Then?

Tesagh, who had been thinking, asked.

“I can do it, but an herb? Why?”

However, the answer that came back was unexpected.

“…I want to use it myself…”

“You want to use it? …Are you sick or something? Hey.”

“…”

“…Elisha?”

There was no answer.

Tesagh frowned as he looked down at Elisha, who had fallen asleep again.

***

“We’re closed for the day…”

“Keep it open a bit longer. I have something to ask.”

Stefan hesitantly stepped back.

This intimidatingly tall man had burst through the hospital door with enough force to tear it off.

His intuition kicked in.

‘He must be here to get information about patient Michele.’

He was wearing a robe with the hood pulled down, so his appearance was unknown.

All he could tell was that the voice was very low and the man was tall.

The atmosphere he gave off was completely different from the others who had come before.

Stefan gulped when:

“I’d like to know if the pawnshop owner has ever received treatment here.”

He definitely knew something.

Stefan felt this wouldn’t be easily brushed off with feigned ignorance.

Trembling like a leaf, Stefan suddenly remembered Elisha’s words.

‘She told me to say Elisha was sick if anyone came asking. If he guessed from seeing Elisha coming and going here, it might work.’

Stefan cautiously opened his mouth, reading the situation.

“If you mean that pink-haired woman… she is receiving treatment at our hospital.”

That’s when it happened.

A long sigh could be heard from under the robe.

“Can you tell me what illness she has?”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot freely disclose patient information…”

“Right, of course. Then just close your eyes for a moment. I’ll look for myself.”

“That’s not allowed!”

He had to stop this man from going through the files.

Stefan, racking his brain, concluded it would be better to tell him first.

“I can’t freely disclose personal information, but! Are you perhaps a friend? Did she ask you to bring medicine?”

“Friend…”

The man paused briefly, then shook his head.

“The favor part would be closer. For now.”

“Yes, then I should tell you. You must be taking care of her, haha.”

Cold sweat ran down Stefan’s back as he put on an unconvincing act.

Still, seeing that he was satisfied with this explanation, he didn’t seem to know everything about Michele.

That was fortunate at least.

“Patient Elisha is suffering from multiple and unspecified acute upper respiratory infections.”

Unless one was a medical professional, they wouldn’t understand this complex diagnosis.

It was as he thought. The man hesitated at the long, serious-sounding disease name and asked.

“Is treatment possible?”

“Treatment is possible, but…”

“But?”

“It’s a disease that recurs frequently… It’s not common, but there have been cases of death from this disease.”

It wasn’t a lie. He could show the chart if asked.

Just in case, he had prepared a medical chart under Elisha’s name showing she was suffering from this disease.

Stefan, who had squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the response, opened them at the sound of wind.

‘He left?’

The man had disappeared.

Stefan blinked in bewilderment, then patted his chest in relief.

‘I’m glad I did what Elisha told me to do.’

Stefan, sending his gratitude to Elisha, shrugged his shoulders.

‘It shouldn’t be a big problem, right? Because that disease…’

The multiple whatever disease sounded extremely serious at first glance, but could actually be shortened to two words.

In other words.

‘It’s just a cold.’

Whoever that man was, he couldn’t use having a cold as a weakness.

In any case, Stefan was satisfied that he hadn’t lied.

***

Crodil’s Ducal Residence.

The nobles gathered for tea time were all watching Crodil’s mood.

They had recently heard that Princess Katarina had openly rebelled against him.

But surprisingly, he was calmly sipping his tea.

“If I may be so bold, Regent King, are you alright?”

“Hm? Ah, yes. I’m fine. You can’t burn down a rose garden just because you got pricked by a thorn from a rose you were tending, can you?”

Crodil arrogantly crossed his legs.

“Anyway, Katarina won’t be able to contact the Emperor or explain the situation and ask for help. I’ve cut all the strings. So her current behavior is just bravado.”

However, contrary to his words, his eyes gleamed coldly as he drank his tea.

“But… we should at least prune the insolent rose a little.”

“Y-Your Highness?”

“That way the rose will grow straight and proper, won’t it? Don’t you think so, Rosaline, Viscountess? Or should I call you Viscount now that you have no husband?”

Rosaline, who had been drinking tea beside Crodil, bit her lips at those words.

But she soon showed a painted smile.

“It was a hand that would be discarded soon anyway. What harm could there be in leaving a little early?”

“Isn’t your cloning business in danger?”

“There are many in this world besides Nicholas who will sell their skills for money. …Moreover, I too enjoy pruning insolent roses. There won’t be any problems.”

She was saying she would bury Nicholas.

Crodil was quite pleased with those venomous words.

Rosaline smiled sweetly and continued.

“And if Your Highness insists on stepping forward, how about we create a position for you?”

“…A position?”

“Yes. Under the Princess’s name, with Your Highness as the host.”

The corners of Rosaline’s mouth rose eerily.

“A position for Your Highness to ruin.”

“Rosaline.”

“If she discovers that the place she barely broke out of her shell is actually a cliff… wouldn’t the young bird fall instead of soaring?”

Katarina had finally resolved to handle state affairs.

But what if she ruined the first task she was given? She would be shocked and frightened, never daring to step forward again.

That was what Rosaline was talking about.

Crodil laughed loudly and clapped his hands.

“You really are… remarkable. But this wouldn’t be just for me. It would be for you too, wouldn’t it?”

“You’ve interpreted it so well that it makes it easy for me to speak. Yes, of course. My rabbit is still hiding in its burrow. I plan to push that rabbit off the cliff as well.”

“Yes, this is what I cherish about you.”

Crodil smiled with satisfaction and dismissed the meeting.

He was on his way back to his bedroom.

He encountered a black shadow in the corridor.

Instead of being startled by the shadow that appeared suddenly like a ghost, Crodil smiled.

“It’s been a while.”

‘Yes. As long as I have that person under my control, there’s no way I can fail.’

Unlike someone who couldn’t even control a single painter husband.

“Is the work progressing well? …Eivor?”

Green hair swayed in the wind.

“Of course. Very entertainingly, in fact.”

The dark green eyes of the person called ‘Eivor’ curved wickedly.

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