The Quack Lady - Chapter 39

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Episode 39

 

“….”

 

Zenhauer did not answer. Seeing this, the priest pondered for a moment before coming up with one answer that seemed unbelievable.

 

“Su, surely not a heretic…!”

 

At the priest’s words, Zenhauer slowly lowered his head. It was one of his habits, as he usually didn’t like to nod.

 

“Good heavens!”

 

Now it felt like the puzzle pieces were fitting together. The priest covered his mouth with both hands and began pouring out questions.

 

“Then did a heretic enter the Young Baron’s body? If so, the heretic inquisitors should go and….”

 

“We cannot confirm anything yet. However, there does seem to be a need for thorough investigation.”

 

They had met more than once or twice. The priest nodded vigorously with determined eyes.

 

“Please, please leave it to me!”

 

“But Priest, it could be dangerous.”

 

Zenhauer pretended to dissuade him while lightly placing his hand on the priest’s shoulder.

 

The brown-haired priest showed a moved expression and immediately knelt on one knee before him.

 

“Aren’t these the Cardinal’s words? I will resolve this!”

 

At his resounding words, a faint smile spread across Zenhauer’s lips.

 

“Then I shall assist you, Priest.”

 

* * *

 

After that, the parents tried not to miss even the child’s smallest words.

 

As a result, the child’s condition improved noticeably.

 

To the point where even I was surprised.

 

“This time we’ll draw a house, a tree, and a person.”

 

During this time, I conducted psychological tests that I could perform on the child. These were tests that could measure the child’s anxiety and depression.

 

‘His self-esteem has dropped considerably. Above all, he’s unstable.’

 

Looking at things like the small drawing of himself and the bare tree branches, I couldn’t say the child’s condition was good yet.

 

However, conversation had increased little by little, and eye contact had increased too….

 

‘I have no choice but to hope.’

 

Just as I was thinking this and fluttering as I put down the picture the child had drawn.

 

“Why…? Is it strange?”

 

The intimidated child asked cautiously. I showed him a harmless smile.

 

“Not at all. You drew it very well.”

 

“But you said…!”

 

Demian couldn’t finish his words and pressed his lips tightly shut.

 

Then he quietly muttered, ‘You said many things show up in drawings.’

 

I smiled brightly at Demian and said.

 

“If you look here, all the family members are drawn, right? This means the Young Baron is thinking of all his family.”

 

“What?”

 

“Also, if you look here, the Count’s jaw is drawn thickly, right? This can also represent dependence on the other person.”

 

After that, I explained one by one the smiling faces of all family members and the fields and flowers the child had drawn.

 

“Overall, it shows anxious and strong-willed tendencies, but internally very warm, and also shows a tendency to try to solve problems by yourself. Also, you love your family very much.”

 

“…!”

 

“Especially since the anxiety is directed toward the Count and Countess, if both of them treat you well, the Young Baron’s anxiety level should decrease significantly.”

 

It was an HTP test I had conducted countless times. At my natural explanation that flowed like water, the child looked somewhat surprised.

 

“So you can definitely manage without those bitter medicines or holy water.”

 

When I smiled while pointing to the numerous medicines placed on the table, the child hung his head low.

 

“Thank you… You’re the first person to say such things to me.”

 

At his mumbled words, I opened my eyes wide instead.

 

First?

 

Well, if this was a quack worldview, it was a world that couldn’t understand mental problems, so it was quite understandable.

 

As I nodded affirmatively, I suddenly caught sight of the boy’s reddened earlobes.

 

‘Could it be?’

 

I immediately went around to the other side of the table and quickly placed my hand on the child’s head, saying.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

“Wh, what are you doing!”

 

Perhaps because of my sudden action, the child’s head turned upward. The moment I saw his face red as his earlobes, I immediately brought my hand to my own head too.

 

“You have a slight fever.”

 

“What?”

 

“I’ll prepare medicine for you right away, so you’d better lie down now.”

 

I pointed to the bed behind us. The child nodded low with a dazed expression for a moment.

 

When having a slight fever, resting a little would be helpful.

 

I laid the child down faster than anyone and pulled back the blanket.

 

“Since you seem to have a fever, I’ll pull back the blanket a bit. It’s not good if your body temperature rises more due to the blanket.”

 

“Huh?”

 

After struggling to move the blanket I was holding all the way to the door, I politely bowed to the Young Baron.

 

“Then I’ll be going. Please call me if anything happens!”

 

“Huh? Wa, wait a moment…!”

 

I slammed the door shut, leaving the boy desperately reaching out his hand from the bed.

 

I thought it was truly perfect treatment.

 

* * *

 

The desk in the makeshift study wasn’t wide, but it was sufficient for conducting business.

 

Peilon, sitting in the sunlight, was absorbed in looking at documents.

 

Hanel, who had been looking at him with great dissatisfaction, strode toward him.

 

Bang-!

 

At the sound of forcefully striking the desk, Peilon’s gaze turned to Hanel.

 

Hanel furrowed his brow deeply as if extremely displeased and demanded.

 

“So you’re going to keep staying in this damn Count’s Manor?”

 

“I have no choice. The Count’s family won’t send Rtemeia.”

 

At his calm tone, Hanel’s lips immediately began to tremble slightly.

 

“You could just ask them to send the kid! Was our guild master someone without that much flexibility?”

 

“Let’s call it morality rather than flexibility.”

 

“Huh? Morality?”

 

Hanel immediately protested that this wasn’t the time to leisurely look at document scraps here.

 

“Who checks herbs with documents? You have to go see them, touch them directly, and smell them to know the quality!”

 

Recently, there had been an increase in those trying to deceive, which was troublesome.

 

Now it was the limit. It was approaching two weeks. Any longer would be too much.

 

“But no reply has come.”

 

Peilon’s eyes turned weakly toward the desk.

 

Hanel couldn’t hide his surprise.

 

“You really… wrote a letter to Count Hartwin?”

 

Count Hartwin.

 

He was the lord of the western region where the mining industry was mainly developed and Peilon’s long-time customer.

 

The barren western lands always suffered from herb shortages, and the Count wanted to establish trade with herb guilds by any means.

 

Above all, he was someone who would do anything for stable trade with Aphenus, the best guild in the eastern region.

 

“Yes. I promised smooth supply of herbs and asked him to call for Rtemeia.”

 

His plan was simple.

 

Using the Count’s authority to prevent the Count’s family from harming Rtemeia.

 

This included cases where Rtemeia might fail in treatment.

 

But Rtemeia had succeeded in treatment splendidly.

 

Very successfully at that.

 

“Of course, it’s meaningless now.”

 

Recalling this, Peilon laughed helplessly, and Hanel slumped back in his chair as he spoke.

 

“But how on earth did you get the Young Baron to open his mouth? No matter how I think about it, it’s strange.”

 

“What is?”

 

“You clearly told me that treatment might be impossible, didn’t you? That means you didn’t even know the illness properly, right?”

 

“….”

 

“But how could you cure it in such a short period of time? Most importantly, that little boy. He was wearing maid’s clothes.”

 

Peilon’s hand suddenly stopped as he recalled Rtemeia’s disheveled appearance.

 

‘Certainly… it is strange.’

 

Most importantly, curing an almost incurable disease without using a single herb?

 

“Perhaps….”

 

It was when Peilon was hesitating for a moment. Suddenly, the two men’s gazes crossed in mid-air.

 

“A saint?”

 

“A demon?”

 

Despite speaking simultaneously, their conclusions were complete opposites.

 

“A saint? That’s ridiculous. Divine power isn’t like that.”

 

At this, Hanel laughed as if he found it absurd. It was nonsense.

 

“Then does a demon make sense? First of all, there’s basically no evil feeling at all.”

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