"The super-powerful sword is dead...!"
Thud.
One hand holding the hilt and the other holding the blade, Charlotte collapsed with a face full of despair.
The super-powerful sword is dead!
Just recently, she had noticed that the hilt felt a bit loose, but she never imagined it would suddenly fall apart like this.
"It's not staying together...!"
She tried to fit the hilt back together, but it was no use. It was completely worn out, and no matter how hard she tried to reassemble it, it would just fall apart again.
Charlotte's face imdiately turned into a pained expression.
"Ugh... If I had known it would break so soon, I would have prepared myself for it!"
How did this happen?
She had always cherished and loved the super-powerful sword.
So why did it suddenly leave her side like this...?
Her first sword, her favorite sword—she couldn’t believe she was parting with it like this.
The thought of it made her eyes well up with tears.
"Oh no. The sword broke." "Ugh... Miss Knight, I want to bury the super-powerful sword... in the ground." "Bury it? The hilt is broken, so we need to fix it." "Huh!? You can fix the super-powerful sword?" "Of course. Since the blade’s not broken, we can easily fix it." "Wow! Thank goodness!"
Sylvia, smiling as she revealed the truth, helped Charlotte’s mood improve.
Charlotte, no longer looking so glum, hugged the broken pieces of her sword, smiling brightly.
So it can be fixed!
I don’t have to say goodbye to the super-powerful sword after all!
Such a relief...
As Charlotte wiped her tears and let out a sigh of relief, Sylvia continued.
"Would you have reacted the sa way if I told you we could only fix it after a funeral...?"
[The Evil God, 'Kali,' is horrified by your malicious thoughts and harshly scolds you.]
As Aslan, watching the scene from the window, clicked his tongue in slight disappointnt.
Though he wanted to watch Charlotte’s face a bit longer as she cried, he knew if he kept it up, she would be upset in a way that was much more intense than usual, so he held back.
"Blacksmith! Please fix the super-powerful sword...!"
"Hahaha, don’t worry. I’ll finish up what’s in the furnace, and then I’ll get right to work on the sword’s repair. You should have it back within the week."
"Thank you! Please take good care of our super-powerful sword!"
The mont Zane arrived, Charlotte ran over and bowed deeply, almost to a 90-degree angle.
It was rare to see Charlotte being so polite.
It seed that the level of politeness fluctuated depending on how desperate she was.
Zane, having placed the broken pieces of the sword onto the cart, left again.
Charlotte couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the sword disappearing, standing there lost in thought.
It was probably the first ti she had been apart from the super-powerful sword since she obtained it.
It was understandable that she was sentintal.
"Looks like you’ll need to take a break from sword training for a while." "Yeah..."
"How about taking it easy for now? Or would you like to read so books with ?" "Sure... Let’s do that..."
Despite Yuria’s kind offer, Charlotte, looking noticeably downcast, slowly dragged her feet toward the library.
For now, she seed drained, but knowing Charlotte, she would quickly regain her energy.
I decided not to worry too much about it.
After finishing so quick tasks in the office, I noticed Charlotte wasn’t outside practicing with her sword as usual.
Even though she had just been through a brief parting with the super-powerful sword, she wasn’t the type to stay quietly in the library, so sothing felt off.
It was at that mont that I felt sothing was wrong.
"Uncle...?" "What’s wrong?" "Ugh, I don’t know... I think I caught a cold or sothing..."
I opened the door to the library and saw Charlotte lying on the couch, murmuring in a hoarse voice.
A cold?
For a mont, I thought I had misheard her.
Charlotte, who had never caught a cold, was suddenly sick?
"Co here. Let’s check your temperature." "Ugh, yeah..."
"You don’t have a fever. What about your nose?" "Not much coming out."
"How about your throat?" "It’s fine. I even sang a lot earlier..."
"Don’t sing in the library. You should keep quiet." "Yes..."
It didn’t seem like she was sick at all.
She wasn’t cold, and she didn’t have a fever, so it was clear she didn’t have cold symptoms.
Was she just drained of energy?
Was it really just a simple cold?
"Sothing’s off. We should call a doctor." "Ugh! Uncle! It’s just a cold! There’s no need for all this fuss!"
"When I caught a cold, I was like this too... Just accept it, Charlotte..." "Ugh! Why don’t you just call Yuria instead, Uncle?"
"Ah! That’s actually a good idea!"
As I was about to urgently call a doctor, I suddenly rembered Yuria.
Her healing abilities were much more reliable than any doctor’s.
Instead of trying the ergency response system I had set up with the hospitals in Vermont, I decided to call Yuria instead.
"Charlotte? Charlotte! I heard you were sick, so I ca right away!"
"Co in, Yuria. It’s over here."
A short ti later, Yuria arrived, seemingly out of breath, probably having rushed over after hearing the news from Vermont Security.
I was lucky it wasn’t a weekday.
If it had been a regular school day, Yuria would have rushed over without hesitation as soon as she heard Charlotte was sick.
"Where’s Charlotte?" "She’s over there on the couch, chatting with Yulia and eating snacks." "..."
When I pointed to the lounge, Yuria looked around in a hurry and then gave a surprised look.
Wait... was that a glare I saw?
"I... I ca here after hearing an urgent ssage that there was a patient, and now I find her here...?" "She’s right there. Charlotte, the one who’s always full of energy, hasn’t left the house all day. She says it’s just a cold, but I called you anyway, just to be sure." "Ah..."
Yuria paused for a mont, looking up at with a 'What’s wrong with you?' expression.
This girl.
Wouldn’t you have acted the sa if you were in my place?
You care about Charlotte and Yulia more than anyone.
If it were you in my position, you would have probably called everyone in Vermont and even had a full dical examination for Charlotte, right?
Seeing Yuria look at with such a "What a hypocrite" expression, I clicked my tongue.
"You know people often say I’m overprotective of them, right?" "No. Never heard of it." "Hmmm... You know, my benefactor does the sa thing. When I say I have a slight headache, they send all kinds of dicines and fuss over . You two are really alike." "..."
Had I really been like that?
Now that I think about it, it seed like I might have been.
I couldn’t quite rember clearly.
Anyway, if I had taken such good care of Yuria, it’s probably because I realized she was a girl after all.
If I had thought she was a guy, I probably wouldn’t have cared as much if she was sick.
"So, how’s Charlotte? You should check her out quickly." "Checking her out... Well, I don’t have much dical knowledge, so I can’t give a detailed explanation. My healing ability just takes care of everything."
"Hehehe. Sorry, Yuria. You must’ve been busy. Our uncle is just overly fussy, so you’re suffering..."
"Yeah, well. Who do you think got into this situation?"
Laughing softly, Charlotte approached as Yuria began using her healing powers... or rather, her recovery abilities.
Yuria hesitated as she grabbed Charlotte’s arm, moving it around and then moved down to her legs.
"Aha! That tickles, Yuria!" "Hmm...?"
After checking Charlotte’s legs, then her neck, and then her side, Yuria seed to be touching Charlotte’s body a bit too persistently, almost as if fulfilling so ulterior motive.
"Everything seems fine." "What? Did I miss sothing?" "Well, if there was any part of Charlotte's body that was hurting, my recovery ability would’ve activated automatically. But after touching her everywhere, there’s no reaction at all, aning Charlotte is perfectly healthy." "..."
Even the healthiest people usually have so minor aches and pains, don’t they?
Is she really perfectly healthy?
Yuria’s words made sense.
At least it was a relief to know there was no serious illness.
"Sigh. Good job, Yuria. Thanks to you, we got through this." "Ah, yes... I don’t really know what you an by 'getting through this,' but... I’ll head back now." "You see, Uncle! It’s just a cold, right? I want to get better quickly, so I’m going to use this!"
"What’s this, Charlotte? Massage... coupon? What does this say? If I use this coupon, Aslan Vermont must give a massage...!?"
"What!? "
At that mont, Charlotte pulled out a crumpled coupon from her pocket.
Yuria’s eyes widened as she read it, and even I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I was about to leave.
"...Ah."
Why would you pull that out here?
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