This confrontation has already happened twice. It was enough of catastrophe to drain .
I wanted to run away.
I wanted to escape.
I wanted to pretend I didn’t know anything.
But I can’t.
No, I can’t be shaken or thrown into confusion anymore.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
‘I can’t stay like this.’
When I struck it twice, I heard a call to co from inside the room.
My sweaty hands grabbed the doorknob, slipping slightly, but I was able to open the door without difficulty and entered the room.
“Hi, Igelto. Did you sleep well?”
I had a sore throat from Alastair, but fortunately, I didn’t have much trouble talking.
“It’s dawn—what is it?”
It was a tone soaked in tiredness.
After my confrontation with Alastair last night, I didn’t sleep.
All night I looked out the window and sighed.
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Internally, my head was spinning with tumultuous thoughts. But I strengthened my dignity and composure outwardly.
And so I decided when the sun rose, to see Igelto. When the sun rose, I would explain the full circumstances to Igelto. When the sun rose, Igelto would surely know how to fix the situation.
When the sun rose… I hope this painful situation would end.
I waited for the sun to rise with such an earnest heart.
My fingertips tingled with impatience as I tapped them on the window sill until they went numb. My chest was clogged up, and I could only draw up harsh, painful, heated breaths.
When the sun finally started to rise, I couldn’t wait any longer.
It didn’t rise entirely yet, but I ran to Igelto.
“Uh, yes, it’s dawn—I’m sorry. But I have sothing to say to you.”
I was a little apologetic that in my panic, I didn’t consider Igelto at all —only fretting about my situation.
I sheepishly smiled and awkwardly apologized.
“You don’t look well. Are you sick?”
“I’m fine.”
I was always fine.
Although what happened yesterday was unsettling, I wasn’t dead. Wasn’t I alive?
“Really?”
I thought he would take my words at face value, but his expression turned out to be dubious.
“So what do you want to say to at dawn?”
I retook a deep breath. This ti, I controlled it so that he could not hear it.
It took courage to say this.
“I’m sorry, but I’d like you to start concocting the dicine now.”
“…………”
“You still need so ti to recover, but there’s a crisis—that isn’t a little thing— so I’m in a hurry.”
“……..”
“Please, Igelto.”
I implored, almost begging.
Igelto, whose lips were sealed, listened to quietly. They parted for a mont, opening as if trying to say sothing, but he didn’t say anything.
There was a very short mont of silence, but long enough for to start sweating.
“I see.”
He nodded his head without hesitation.
It was the expected answer, but hearing it directly, in person, made feel overwheld.
“Why are you looking so sorry? Don’t do that because it doesn’t suit you.”
“It’s natural to be sorry. I’m asking for favors from a patient who hasn’t fully recovered yet.”
“Now, don’t pretend to be conscientious now.”
What kind of impression did I give him?
“Anyways, I was thinking of making dicine starting today or tomorrow. It doesn’t hurt that much so I was sorry I was still lying down.”
“………..”
“Isn’t this a deal anyway? I make dicine, and you let go back I’m also grateful for being rescued from slavery, but I was feeling embarrassed for not doing anything while relaxing here in the mansion due to your kindness and hospitality.
“……”
“You’ve been treating too well. So you don’t have to be sorry, Serina.”
“Thank you, Igelto.”
“You don’t have to be grateful. I want to make dicines and go back. It’s good for to start working quickly.”
His real motive seed to be contained in his last words, but I was grateful to him anyway.
He decided to make dicine today.
Then, now that the dicines that were going to be made… It was ti to tell him about Alastair’s symptoms.
“Igelto, the person you are going to heal is the host of this mansion.”
“I see.”
“The owner of this mansion, ·····, is in pretty bad shape.”
“What are the symptoms of the person I need to treat?”
Words do not co to easily.
I paused for a mont. My chest is stuffy.
Igelto didn’t say anything and waited silently for .
When my hardened tongue relaxes, I opened my mouth:
“He’s addicted to Amalion.”
“You said he’s addicted to Amalion…?”
He asked in disbelief as if the dilemma was more severe than he first initially thought.
Amalion.
That’s a na he knows well. Unlike humans, it is the best poisonous plant among the toxic plants known to the elves.
“Did he take a drug that extracted a special part of Amalion?”
“Uh…”
“Ji?” [t1v: I’m guessing it’s a na of a drug extracted from Amalion]
“No. he took Amalion itself.”
“……How much Amalion… for how long?”
“About six years.”
“What?”
Hearing the period, he was terribly surprised.
When I began to study Amalion, I also had a similar reaction to Igelto’s.
The situation was more severe than I thought
“It doesn’t make sense… Think again. Are you mistaken?”
“It’s six years. He took it once a week for six years, sotis twice a week.”
The more I spoke, the more Igelto’s pupils trembled.
He couldn’t believe .
He wouldn’t—
“It doesn’t make sense…. Humans can’t survive that amount….”
“I wonder what his limit is,” said a person who was my mother.
Her eyes were bright, curious to what Alastair’s capacity was. Thanks to that, he had been to the river of death many tis.
“It’s a year at the longest. Six years is impossible….”
“Whether it is possible or impossible… the fact that he has been taking Amalion for six years does not change.”
“………”
Igelto looks complicated. But I wasn’t finished talking yet.
The actual comncent to curing him was starting now.
“He was brainwashed.”
His body, leaning on the bed and looking at , slipped exaggeratedly in utter disbelief.
Within a mont his face that looked complicated was completely disfigured.
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