The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 47

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【Chapter 47】

Ebel, who had been gazing up at the angel, closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

If You have something to say, please say it now.

What exactly is that hourglass, and why did she defy death?

Were there others like this?

If it’s not God’s power, then what on earth is it?

If she is a demon, then strike her down with divine punishment now.

Even after her prayer, nothing particularly different happened, but since she hadn’t expected much anyway, Ebel accepted it as such.

If God won’t give her answers, she’ll have to find another way.

“Mother, have you ever heard of people who possess mysterious powers?”

“Mysterious powers? Well… when I was young there were witches, but I wonder if they still exist now.”

“Witches?”

The word was so unexpected that Ebel’s eyes widened.

She thought it might be a joke, but Mrs. Eberstain was surprisingly serious.

“Women from the Gypsies. They made medicines and told fortunes. I don’t know if they truly had mysterious powers, but since they made love potions and such, there were young ladies who would visit them secretly from their parents.”

That’s just fraud…

As someone who believed in modern science and medicine, she couldn’t understand things like fortune-telling or potions at all.

Because it made no sense.

Seeing Ebel’s expression, Mrs. Eberstain chuckled softly.

“Most of it was probably lies, but there was exactly one person. Someone who made quite effective medicines. She also made prophecies, and they came true quite often.”

“Ah…”

“Her name was Baba Elfa. She lived in a very small coastal village in the south. The daughter of a fisherman, they said. There were rumors that she met a mermaid as a child and gained prophetic abilities.”

Well now… that’s a perfect setup for deceiving uneducated people.

‘I’ll just remember it for now. There’s no need to go find her immediately. There’s no credibility anyway.’

The hourglass hadn’t appeared again since the day Lucas came. Time hadn’t turned back either.

The reason Ebel was trying to learn something about regression was because she didn’t want to lose her current life.

Because if the relationships she’d built in this life disappeared like dust, even she would find it hard to endure.

When she left the church and returned to the manor, welcome news was waiting for her.

Guevre’s younger sister, Lesa, had arrived.

* * *

Ebel’s Infirmary.

“Cough, thank… thank you.”

“I’ll give you warm honey tea every day, so drink it morning and evening. Right now you need to build up your strength first.”

“Yes, I will… do that. Thank you, cough.”

Guevre’s sister was very thin and short. Her skin was poor, and her lips were completely white without a trace of color, even peeling.

These were typical symptoms of malnutrition.

“This medicine will be bitter. But you must take it all. I’ll start you with soft foods, and you can have more whenever you’re hungry, so never eat hastily.”

Lesa would enter service as a maid once she recovered.

With quality meals, good clothing, and working in a clean environment, she would gradually improve.

Since Ebel would make medicine for her free of charge, the burden would be lessened too.

The younger sister Guevre had worried about until his death would become healthy in this life.

“Thank you.”

Taking Lesa’s hand and stepping out of the infirmary, Guevre was waiting.

Ebel gazed at the man who was bowing deeply toward her, then answered warmly.

“Don’t worry about anything. Everything will get better.”

“…Yes.”

“So lift your head. I also love poetry, so I’d be grateful if you’d let me read your poems first.”

She hadn’t spoken to him in this tone before.

Though bitterness lingered, Ebel quickly swallowed it.

If she could see his face this close and take care of him, that was enough.

“Are you hurt anywhere? I noticed you were limping the other day.”

“My ankle is a bit strange, but it’s not enough to concern yourself with.”

“Still, it would be good to take a look.”

“Do you know how to examine bones?”

I was forced to learn.

Ebel didn’t bother answering and opened the infirmary door again.

‘My heart is pounding.’

The day she died. On that very day when the bombing fell, Lucas was shot. And Guevre broke his ankle.

‘The day of death is the turning point. If there was a scar or injury that day, when time turned back, traces remained.’

But then another question arose.

Victor was so severely injured in his back. Why were there no traces of what had pierced through both him and her simultaneously?

What was the range?

Did scars remain on people who were nearby on the day she died?

‘It’s not like there are no rules.’

Ebel, who had been examining Guevre’s ankle this way and that, took out bandages.

“It would be best to just sit for a while. If you avoid using your ankle as much as possible, it should be fine. I’ll have you served foods that are good for bones, so think of yourself as half a patient.”

“…Is there anything you can’t do?”

Guevre stared at his ankle with a dumbfounded expression.

She was so skilled, this wasn’t the work of someone who had done it just once or twice.

To Guevre, Ebel was a very high-ranking noblewoman.

But she knew how to do such things. A doctor, no less.

He never imagined he’d live to receive treatment directly from a noblewoman’s delicate hands, so he simply couldn’t believe it.

And at that very moment.

Ebel couldn’t respond to Guevre’s words.

“…!”

The hourglass had appeared again.

But unlike before, instead of being suddenly thrust before her eyes… light seeped from her fingertips and formed the shape of an hourglass.

It felt like a cat poking its head out saying ‘Did you call?’

“Lady?”

When Ebel remained frozen and silent, Guevre tilted his head.

Ebel stared blankly at the hourglass, and only came to her senses after it seeped back into her body.

‘Is the condition that Victor or I become aware of scars, painful areas, or wounds?’

That could be it.

Having categorized the cases in her mind, Ebel decided to ask Dominique and Florian if they had any painful areas too.

“Guevre, did you happen to see an hourglass?”

“Pardon?”

“Did the air get warmer, or did something seem to change? Was there a bright light?”

“…I don’t understand what you mean.”

I see.

Only she could see this.

Just then.

“My lady, it’s the butler.”

“What is it?”

After a polite knock, the butler opened the door.

His somewhat stiff expression indicated it wasn’t particularly good news.

To her tense state, the butler slowly opened his mouth.

“His Majesty has sent a wedding gift. It seems you should take a look.”

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“Victor, a gift came?”

Just how many things were going to happen in one day, really.

When they went out to the front yard, an envoy stood there wearing a ridiculously ornate court ceremonial outfit.

Behind him were two horses tied up, clearly fine steeds of good bloodline at first glance.

“His Majesty has shown his generosity.”

Victor silently examined the horses’ saddles.

Not even bothering to hide his displeased expression.

Nevertheless, he nodded his chin.

“I’ll accept them. My nephews have recently started learning to ride, so they’ll be fine.”

The problem was what came next.

It was a gift from the Queen.

When the envoy gestured, a large object covered with cloth was pulled out on a wheeled cart.

The effort it must have taken to carry that massive thing all the way from the capital to here was unimaginable.

“Her Majesty said this is a blessed statue that will help your married life, and instructed that it must be installed in the garden facing the direction of the marital bedroom.”

What?

Ebel furrowed her brow at the absurd words.

A statue facing the marital bedroom? That’s way too strange.

Who gives something like that as a gift?

Moreover, the silhouette showing through the cloth looked quite ominous.

“I shall do so.”

Victor replied calmly.

However, his voice had sunk colder than ever before.

“Now that you’ve delivered everything, you may return.”

“Ah, well, I was specifically ordered to watch the installation and report back…”

The envoy broke out in cold sweat as he watched Victor’s expression.

After all, it’s always the shrimp caught between whales that suffers.

However, Ebel had no intention of taking the envoy’s side in this situation.

And at that moment, Victor stepped forward.

“You’re crossing the line.”

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