Chapter 113: Chapter 113

"Father!"

"Lord!"

Surprised by the surprise remarks, people called my grandfather here and there.

However, my grandfather was still looking at Viese without answering much.

Like Watching how Viese gonna react.

"Thank you, Father!"

Viese replied vigorously, clenching his fists.

"I will not disappoint you as much as you believe!"

Grandfather looked at Viese with his incomprehensible eyes and urged Estira.

"Now that I’m done, go and heal Tia. Tia, hang in there."

Grandfather looked at me anxiously from afar and said.

Then he tried to get out of bed as if he wasn’t sick.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"No. I’m with the doctor..."

"Stay here Grandpa. What if you fall while walking again?."

I shook my head firmly.

"But..."

"I have no pain other than my shoulder. I can walk, so don’t worry."

He said so and quickly got out of the chair.

I didn’t know if he would really follow to stay still.

In fact, aside from the shoulder and arm that was most seriously injured, all the parts that fell and bumped are hurt, including the back and legs.

Ollier meticulously stopped the bleeding and bandaged it to treat it, but the throbbing pain remained the same.

If my grandfather wasn’t here, I would have pretended to be sick and lying down.

It’s a bit disappointing.

"Let’s go, Estira."

I walked out of my grandfather’s bedroom, feeling the eyes of the people behind my back.

A quiet step followed me.

"Tia."

It was Shannanet.

It was a face that showed complex feelings, but she was smiling at me.

"Let’s go to the doctor’s office with me."

Of all things, my father is not here because he is on a business trip.

Maybe it’s because she can’t let me go alone.

I nodded my head obediently.

Fortunately, it is not that far from my grandfather’s bedroom to the doctor’s office.

It was just a small courtyard crossing.

But in the meantime, Shananet constantly talked to me.

"It must hurt a lot. Tia is very polite."

For Shananet, who is a quiet talker, she really spoke without breathing.

"When the twins were at your age, they hurt their ankles while playing pranks. How much Mayron cried at that time. Do you remember, Tia?"

"Yes, Gilliu was crying together, and his head was hurting."

"Yes, it was."

Perhaps Shananet thought I was nervous about stitching up the wound.

Actually, I was nervous.

There is anesthesia technology here, but it is not as perfect as modern medicine.

I was somewhat prepared, but I couldn’t help but tremble.

Sure enough.

When I got to the doctor’s office and started stitching up the wound, I felt like I was going to make a really bad sound.

"Ugh!"

"Hang in there, Lady Florentia."

Estira started rushing as fast as she could to keep my pain short, but of course, the pain got worse.

There was no fear, actually, knowing that it was just a slight wound.

But the pain was inevitable, and physiological tears began to drip.

It was then.

There was a gentle grip on my hand, which was clutching the hem of my skirt.

"Hold my hand."

It was Shananet.

Surprised, I looked up at Shananet blankly, and the needle penetrated the flesh again.

"Ugh!"

Unknowingly, I held Shananet’s hand tightly enough to dig into her hands, and I was surprised by the act again, so I hurried to let go of Shananet’s hands.

"It’s okay. It’s okay, Tia."

But Shananet rather held my hand tighter and wouldn’t let me go.5

"Hold my hand."

Shananet said, kindly make eye contact.

"Tha, thank you..."

It was hard to say thank you properly.

Eventually, I managed to hold Shananet’s hand through the process the whole time Estira stitching up the wound

"It’s over, Lady Florentia."

"Whoa, whoa..."

I opened my closed eyes as I could barely let out the breath I had been holding from screaming.

"Good job, really."

Estira said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"Yes, Estira had a hard time, too... Ah..."

I could see blood droplets on the back of Shananet’s hand I was holding.

And the red blood permeated under my nails, too.

I clasped Shananet’s hand so tightly that I cut the back of her hand.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t know."

I apologized quickly.

But Shananet smiled and shook her head.

"Sorry?. I’m proud of you, Tia. You put up with it."

Then she patted me on the head.

I knew that Shananet wasn’t just a blunt person.

It was also my first time experiencing this in person.

"Then I’ll apply for some medicine elsewhere."

After a long time, I was able to apply for medicine all over my body, change my ruined clothes, and lie on the bed in the doctor’s office.

It was a kind of hospitalization.

"Because Mr. Ollier will be by the Patriarch’s side tonight. I’ll take care of you here."

"But my grandfather..."

"The Patriarch just need someone to watch in case we don’t know. It’s Lady Florentia who needs more treatment right now."

Estira is adamant at times like this.

"Yes, have a good rest here today."

Shananet also said, covering my neck with a thick blanket.

Knock knock

"Can I come in?"

It was a grandfather who came all the way to the doctor’s office.

"Come in, Lord."

Estira answered instead.

The door opened and the half-crying grandfather approached the bed where I was lying.

It was very different from what I was saying in front of everyone a little while ago.

"Tia... Oh, girl."

My grandfather groped my still wet eyes with his fingers, and couldn’t take his eyes off my shoulder with the bandage covering.

After a long silence, grandfather spoke in a trembling voice.

"I’m sorry... this is grandfather’s fault..."

It seemed that he was blaming himself for me being hurt like this.

I looked at such a grandfather and asked.

"Do you really feel sorry?"

"Yeah... because of me, you’re like this..."

"Then promise me you’ll be treated well and take the medicine Estira gives you."

I pretended and stuck out my little finger.

"Tia..."

Grandfather couldn’t speak, looked at my finger, and soon nodded and hung his finger.

It was still a trembling hand.

Then he hugged me to avoid getting hurt and muttered over and over again.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry, this grandfather."2

I patted him on the back.

I’m glad my grandfather didn’t get hurt as much as he did in my previous life.

I thought so from the bottom of my heart.

* * *

The next morning.

Viese accompanied his wife, Seral, Larane, and Belsach, into the master’s office.

As if to enjoy this moment, Viese slowly approached the main desk and laughed as he sat down on the chair.

"Yes, that’s how it feels!"

The moment he had hoped for came a little early.

It was a month’s temporary job, but it didn’t matter.4

It was because he was very satisfied that he could taste a little bit of what would someday be his own.1

"Congratulations, honey."

Seral said, gently wrapping Viese’s shoulders.

"Your father’s down, that’s a blessing in disguise, isn’t it?"1

"I know. Heaven must be helping me."2

"What if he’s going to step down forever."

Belsach slipped in and put words on it.1

Viese seemed to give such a son an eye but smiled.

"Well, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. He’s old enough to want to spend the rest of his life in peace."

Then he saw Larane with a discontented face in Viese’s eyes.

She used to be close to Florentia from time to time for a few years, but now she has done something he doesn’t like.

"Then you two should get out."

Not wanting to ruin this happy moment, Viese told Belsach and Larane.

Belsach, who was forced out of the office, pouted, but soon it was time for the sword teacher to come, so he obediently left the office.

And he said with a smirk.

"They said that Florentia was pretty injured, right? Oh, it’s a good job."

Since the last time he almost became a new meal, Belsach will avenge Florentia someday. He was grinding his teeth.

It was a strange thing.

It was a secret that no one knew he was afraid of birds.

How did she figure that out?

The good news came when he was determined to give her a chance first after giving Belsach a hard time.

Florentia rolled down the stairs trying to save her grandfather.

Rumors circulated that how bloody they were and that the maids who were cleaning were crying.

"I should have seen that!"

What a funny thing to happen the day he was in the Palace.

Belsach laughed wildly.

"It’s better because she won’t be able to move properly for a while..."

"Belsach!"

Suddenly, a loud noise broke out right next to him.

"Who, sister?"

Belsach opened his eyes round, unable to believe that Larane, who was walking next to him, had yelled at him.

"How could you say that!"

Larane clenched her fists and was so angry that her face turned red.10

Since Belsach was born only this time he saw this.

Larane was never such an angry person.

"No matter how much you hate Tia! Tia got hurt trying to save our grandfather!"

There was even a little tear in Larane’s eyes.

"I’m worried about how much pain she’s still in! But you...!"

Larane, who raised her index finger, approached Belsach threateningly.

Belsach took a step back without realizing it.

"While Tia is sick, just be shy to Tia."

Then Larane squinted and stared at Belsach.

"Never see her again."

While Belsach was speechless and stuttering, Larane went far away, blowing up a cold wind.

* * *

Bam!

"Lady Florentia! Where are you, Lady Florentia!"

There was a strong opening of the door and a voice of Clerivan looking for me urgently.

"I’m here, Clerivan! Bedroom!"

As soon as I answered, I heard a murmur, and Clerivan appeared in the doorway.

"Lady Florentia!"

Clerivan’s face, which even rushed in sweat, was contemplating.

"Are you here?"

I raised my normal arm and waved my hand to Clerivan.

"Are you here, brother? Lady, have another piece of fruit."

"Yes, thank you, Louryl."

Clerivan came up to me and asked, as he saw me crunching the fruit that Louryl cut.

"Are you all right? I ran here when I heard that you fell down the stairs while trying to save the Lord..."

"Rolling? The story must have been so inflated again."2

"Well, then where did you get hurt..."

"I’m a little hurt. My right shoulder and flesh are a bit torn, so I’m not free as you can see."

"Ah, as expected..."

Clerivan became a crybaby and plopped down on a squishy bed.

"But it’s not as bad as it sounds. Here, let’s eat the fruit."

I played a forked fruit in Clerivan’s hand.

Clerivan, who briefly took turns looking at the fruit in his hand, sighed quietly and reluctantly took a bite of the fruit.

"What the hell happened, Lady Florentia?"

Clerivan asked with a much better complexion as if he was relieved to see that I was still fine.

"I was going down to eat with my grandfather..."

I told a story briefly.

Clerivan, who was listening silently, nodded and said.

"But I’m glad. Lady Florentia was not seriously injured, and it seems like we discovered the Lord’s disease early..."

"Aren’t you two worried?"

It was Lour who was peeling fruit that asked in a sighing voice.

"Viese became the representative of the Patriarch. The people in the family and the employees are all over the place right now. But how can you two be so easygoing?"+

When asked by Louryl, me and Clerivan looked at each other.

Then Clerivan replied in a casual voice.

"I think it’s rather fortunate that Viese is acting as a substitute for the Patriarch."