Time Healer Ceres - Chapter 117

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The bewildered expressions on the Emperor’s face, Crown Prince Aseraian’s, and Princess Nailia’s made me hang my head in shame.
Ah, how embarrassing.
“If you keep interrupting like this, how are we supposed to have a conversation?”
Seres finally stepped forward to rein in Kainel.
“What conversation?”
“We were discussing a Tamer Artifact.”
At Seres’s words, Kainel’s gaze shifted to the bracelet sitting alone in the center of the office table.
“That’s a Tamer Artifact?”
“Yes.”
“Then just hand it over to those Temple people. Why are you even here?”
“That’s exactly what I was about to suggest—but you suddenly barged in and prevented me from finishing the conversation.”
What’s his problem today? His tone is so unnecessarily twisted.
“Then I shall take my leave.”
Seres bowed respectfully toward the Emperor, sensing she needed to hurry and remove Kainel from the room.
“If this truly is a Tamer Artifact, you understand you must go to the Temple as well, don’t you?”
…….
At Crown Prince Aseraian’s words just as I was about to step away, Seres silently clicked her tongue.
‘Still the same, I see.’
When searching for the owner of a Tamer Artifact, all who have touched it must be present.
There was a strong possibility the artifact had already identified whoever had brushed against it as its master.
“Understood. Please inform me once the date is set.”
Seres nodded and moved to leave.
All the while tugging at Kainel’s sleeve—his face still full of discontent—forcing him to hold his tongue.
Why? What else was he about to say?
Close your mouth before I hit you, alright?
“So the Great Duke sent his daughter to welcome us.”
Watching the two disappear, the Emperor slowly shook his head.
“Our Chaien will have quite a time of it.”
That Great Duke Persha, of all people, coming out to greet someone? Who would believe such a thing?
The Emperor couldn’t suppress his smile—this whole situation was far too interesting.
“Seres Droule, was it?”
He would need to have her investigated properly.
What was it about this young lady that had captured Great Duke Persha’s attention so completely?
“Nailia, you must also accompany them to the Temple.”
Meanwhile, as the Emperor grew intrigued by Seres, Crown Prince Aseraian calmly explained to his younger sister why she would need to go to the Temple.
“Yes, brother.”
As someone who had possessed the Tamer Artifact for so long, she too had to attend the examination without fail.
Three pairs of eyes naturally drifted to the silver bracelet resting on the table.
If that truly was a Tamer Artifact…
He hoped its rightful owner would reveal themselves.
* * *
“You’ve returned, Miss?”
“Yes.”
Back at the Shop straight from the Imperial Palace, Seres went to a corner seat and collapsed face-first into it.
‘Sigh.’
I’m exhausted.
Did I really spend that much energy restoring one bracelet? I feel completely drained.
On top of that, meeting the Emperor and then shooing away Kainel who kept trailing after me—I’ve used up every last bit of strength.
“Are you tired, Miss?”
“Yes.”
When maid Jay brought a cup of tea, Seres slowly pushed herself upright.
Drip.
“Oh my! Miss! Nosebleed!”
“Tch……”
It started again.
Seres pressed a cloth to her nose, frowning.
Did I really strain myself that much while restoring the bracelet?
‘Well, even if that’s not it, I’ve been dealing with exhausting things lately.’
At least this is fortunate—neither Kainel nor that nagging younger brother is here to see me like this.
I was nearly locked up for days again.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, don’t worry about it. Just work—”
Seres was relieved she’d sent Kainel away beforehand, but she stopped mid-thought, still searching for another handkerchief as the nosebleed wouldn’t cease.
……
……
The countless mercenaries inside the shop were staring straight at her.
Why was everyone gawking like this instead of eating?
“Miss, your face seems rather flushed…….”
Whoosh.
Jay carefully pressed her hand to Seres’s forehead.
“Your hand is so cold. Were you just washing dishes or something?”
A long sigh escaped Jay’s lips at Seres’s question.
“It’s not my hand that’s cold, miss. Your forehead is burning.”
“What?”
A fever? Me?
“You need to get home right now and rest properly!”
“I think I’m fine.”
“Fine? There’s nothing fine about it! The last time you ran a fever, you were in such bad shape you lost consciousness!”
That’s something I wouldn’t know. I have no memory of that.
“But there’s a group of guests coming today?”
“I’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry!”
Seres ended up being practically driven from the shop and forced to head home.
And……
“…sigh.”
Jay hadn’t been wrong about a single thing.
The moment she sat down after arriving home, the world spun, and she collapsed.
The fever spiked suddenly, and she couldn’t think straight.
She managed to take some medicine, but it didn’t seem to help much.
‘This isn’t… right, is it?’
Artia, you said you found someone with the exact same constitution as me. So why am I this weak?
Does it make sense that a simple bracelet restoration would cause me to run this high a fever?
‘Of course……’
Work had been pretty heavy lately.
Intentional or not, there was the kidnapping, the work standing in for the household head, and that serious conversation with the knight commander.
Before I knew it, there seemed to be something happening nearly every single day.
‘But does that mean my body just suddenly gives out like this?’
This pathetic body of mine—what’s supposed to match with me?
It collapses at a single glass of wine, so if it’s that fragile, why isn’t this matching too?
Seres grumbled at Artia for the first time in a while.
Flap, flap.
Clink.
“……?”
Half asleep, Seres’s eyes flickered open at something cool touching her forehead.
[Chirp! Chirp!]
Kkamangi was fluttering around right in front of her face.
“Sister? Can you see me?”
And she could also see Yulia standing beside the bed.
“Stop… sigh. I told you to go rest.”
I’d just sent her away a moment ago—why is she here again?
“I just……”
Probably worried, she must have been unable to focus on anything else and come back here instead.
What does something so small have to worry so much about?
Flap, flap.
[Chirp!]
Kkamangi took the wet cloth from Seres’s forehead in its mouth and brought it to Yulia.
After she wrung it out with her small hands and handed it back, the creature flew over and placed it on her forehead again with a soft plop.
‘…Are you two nursing me right now?’
These little things were trying so hard.
[Chirp? Chirp?]
I gently stroked the creature’s head as it whimpered, as if asking whether I was all right.
Of course, that too had to stop soon enough—my strength was already fading.
“Go on now. Get some rest.”
“Okay.”
Yulia gave her assent, but showed no sign of actually leaving, and Seres let out a long sigh.
Too weary to speak further, Seres simply allowed the girl to pull the blanket up for her.
Flutter-flutter.
Kkamangi retrieved a wet cloth in its mouth once more, and with that, Seres let her eyes drift closed as if sinking into sleep.
‘Still…’
I wonder if we managed that group of customers well today.
* * *
“What’s gotten into them?”
Skal, the leader of the Black Guild, sat at his table where he’d ordered a stew brought to him, and surveyed the surroundings with a puzzled expression.
“Hey, go fetch some water, would you?”
“Who left that bowl sitting out? Hurry up and take it back!”
“Aren’t you serving stew here?”
Thwack!
“You bastard! Do you have no hands, no feet? Go get it yourself and eat it!”
What was this all about…?
From fetching water to clearing away empty dishes, the mercenaries moved about handling everything themselves, and Skal, the guild master, wore a vacant expression.
“Apparently the proprietor is ill.”
“What?”
“They say she collapsed with a nosebleed.”
It was Rot, the vice guild master sitting across from him and sipping water, who provided the answer to Skal’s confusion.
“The proprietor collapsed?”
“The ones who saw it have gone into some soul-searching.”
‘…Have we been working her too hard?’
‘We’re always pestering her to bring food faster. Doesn’t that sort of thing wear a person down?’
‘What if she’s about to shut the place down? Say she can’t take it anymore?’
‘That can’t happen!’
‘It’s because you keep showing up like a ghost at the crack of dawn demanding food!’
‘Oh, shut it!’
‘So what do we do?’
‘Is there any way?’
‘Well. From now on, everyone in the shop takes care of what they can themselves! Don’t work the young proprietor to death!’
“In all my days, I’ve never seen those lot conduct themselves with such earnestness in discussion.”
During actual guild meetings, not only would they fail to attend, but even when ordered to do so, not a single one of them would focus on the proceedings.
And yet here they were, having such a serious conversation over the proprietor spilling a nosebleed once.
Anyone watching would think their own younger sister had collapsed, wouldn’t they?

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