Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 248

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#Epilogue (4)

The incident occurred suddenly amidst our peaceful daily life. It happened on the very day I’d sent Magnus’s hair and, receiving no response from the Cerepia Magic Tower Federation, promptly dispatched a fake finger instead—a day when Count Crowley, having completely forgotten about Leon, was pestering the Rocksburg Duke with his tiresome nagging during dinner.
With our workforce significantly expanded and everyone enjoying a proper work-life balance, we’d all begun appearing at the evening meal. The Duke and Duchess were still shedding feathers like chickens, while Count Crowley scolded his cousin about maintaining dignity.
Brown was occupied with work, and since we’d prepared the meal anyway, the Brown Family had gathered to dine together. Leon, my husbands, and for reasons I couldn’t fathom, Janet, Sage, and even Magnus—bound in mana restraints—had all assembled in the Dining Hall.
With so many people present, appetites flourished all the more. Stimulated by the Brown children’s aggressive eating, I too was enthusiastically tearing into meat when Lucilucil beside me suddenly made a strange sound.
“Ugh!”
What…? I know this development. Isn’t this what Glen did? After hearing nothing for so long, has Lucilucil’s finally awakened?
As Lucilucil retched and spat food into his palm, those gathered in the Dining Hall debated whether they should call a Doctor for me. But Lucilucil’s expression was decidedly unpleasant. The man raised his hand slightly to calm Brown’s fussing, then uttered something incomprehensible.
“Bitter and salty!”
Huh? What? Bitter and salty? The food? What you just ate? Mine is perfectly fine? But more importantly, didn’t you say you couldn’t taste anything? That something—your mother or whoever—poisoned you, and your sense of taste was completely ruined afterward?
“I have no idea either! Why does the food taste like this!”
How strange. What on earth could it be? Thinking it was quite peculiar, I picked up a spoon and ate some of Lucilucil’s food, and my tongue went numb from the intensely bitter and astringent taste, ending with a mouthful of salt crystals.
“Blegh!”
What is this! Who would do such a thing to food meant for people!
Our peaceful dinner became a manhunt, and Glen and I immediately summoned a Doctor to examine Lucilucil. Perhaps some form of antitoxin had awakened his sense of taste—or maybe another type of poison had been introduced. If so, I too might be poisoned from eating a spoonful of his food, so thorough examination was necessary.
The food proved to contain no poison. I wasn’t poisoned either, and the examination results showed that both Lucilucil and I were in perfect health with no signs of poisoning whatsoever.
I visited the psychiatrist who regularly consulted with me, and after conversing with Lucilucil for some time, she wrote an opinion letter and recommended I seek out Macaon.
Since my husband faced a potentially serious crisis, I hastily prepared a carriage and obtained both permission to enter the Royal Palace and authorization to meet with Macaon.
Lucilucil, whose tongue had functioned properly for the first time in over a decade, was in a panic. Glen and I steeled ourselves, realizing we had no choice but to keep our wits about us as we knocked on the door to the Royal Physician’s private office.
“Rocksburg again.”
“This time it’s not a simple fracture! It’s my husband! Lucilucil may be in serious trouble! Macaon!”
I grabbed the man with long violet hair, dressed in pajamas, and shook him while fussing that my husband might die. He was already someone whose taste had been ruined by his own mother once before—what if this poison didn’t work on me but was a drug that only affected Lucilucil? Given how many enemies he had, there was no end to those who might target his life.
It could simply be someone with a grudge against Lucilucil, or perhaps a Largol agent sent by Nerva had infiltrated among the servants.
“Here is the opinion letter. The Mansion’s Doctor specifically said to find Macaon!”
How serious must it be for them to specifically recommend Macaon? I handed over the letter anxiously, and Glen, equally uneasy, gripped my hand tightly.
Macaon retrieved square glasses from a drawer, put them on, examined the opinion letter while smoking a cigarette. Then he frowned and had Lucilucil stick out his tongue.
The man placed various medicinal substances with different tastes on the extended tongue, then like our Mansion’s psychiatrist, he probed deeply into Lucilucil’s past before placing his hand on Lucilucil’s head and beginning a mana scan.
“How is it? Is it very serious?”
“Hmm…”
Macaon’s response was peculiar. Since he wasn’t angry, it was certain I hadn’t come here for nothing.
“That is, well then, Lucilucil?”
“Just call me as you wish. I’ve given up on honorifics now.”
“Lucilucil, that is, well then, recently have you perhaps…”
Macaon, with a thoroughly bewildered expression, sighed once, scribbled on a chart, then posed a question to Lucilucil.
“I’m asking, but has anything fortunate happened to you recently?”
“There’s nothing particularly good or bad to speak of.”
“Or perhaps something that’s put your mind at ease recently?”
“If anything, there are plenty of inconveniences.”
“Hmm….”
What on earth? Why is she only asking about my current circumstances rather than my condition?
“Compared to your time in Largol, life here must be quite inconvenient, isn’t it? After all, your station there was quite noble.”
“That’s not it. Here, there’s hardly anything that would make one die a sudden, violent death. Compared to the Largol Imperial Family, every day is nothing but exhilarating and delightful.”
“Ah, I see….”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Lucilucil’s sense of taste wasn’t lost to poison. If it were a paralytic toxin, you shouldn’t be able to smell anything either. This appears to be a stress-induced illness.”
Ah…, so in other words, the reason I couldn’t taste anything until now was stress-related, and since I’m not under stress anymore, it’s improved?
“Congratulations. It seems your current life is making you incredibly happy.”
“….”
“….”
“….”
Hmm…. I see. So Lucilucil came to our home and has been completely at ease, happy, delighted, and generally content. That is, truly…, I suppose I’ve lifted a burden from my heart. I’m relieved that he’s become happy in proportion to my efforts.
“Ah, well then, congratulations…?”
“Gazelle, hold your tongue.”
“Ah…, yes.”

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