You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 393

"Will the ancient ointnt allow no pain?"

"... At most... only a pinch she will feel."

’No! That’s a lie!’

"..... Do it fast. Not more than five minutes." — Holding stronger as I shook my head stronger to his order I felt more like fainting. Even as he told the doctor to do it quickly.

"?! Yet your Highness-!"

"Don’t say a word, Aindreas. Don’t you see she’s scared? Do it as fast as possible or only ten stitches won’t do for your broken neck." — I heard him growl at Talmhach, which even though grueso didn’t make it to be of my concern at the ti.

"... I understand, I am to do it the fastest and cleanest I am able to." — The Doctor clearly nervous in his voice said. Allowing a calr tone from the crown prince, who kept from looking at the tools he was taking out. — "Yet do aid with the Lady, your Highness."

"... Alright. Do it quick Talmhach... Please, I ask it of you." — Nicely this ti, he told the doctor. And as he did, the stroke he gave to my cheek’s side made flinch, opening my eyes to listen properly to what followed. — "My lady, I promise it will be brief... I am to keep you just like this from the sight... please remain calm that it will not hurt as you believe it will..."

’... Nn... hngh~! What do you know?! I bet you’ve never received stitches!!’ — Completely unfair, I whined, gripping his sleeves while I hid my face in him, unwilling to look him in the eyes even as his hand tried to make us cross sights. — ’D*mn brute! I’m a delicate girl!! Stoopid kinky Crown!!! Let go!!’

"..."

"Your Highness..."

"... Do it."

’?! No! No, I don’t want to!!’ — My skin felt cold to his indifference. And I tried to move away, more afraid because I had bad mories about needles because I had once already escaped and fallen to a hospital in my past life... and even then... It made et the angels while alive.

’It will hurt! I don’t want to!!’

"!! Lady Marianne, please don’t move! Your Highness!!"

’No! I’m out of here!’

"My Lady, please look at !"

"?!?!" — Shaken by the loud din his voice provoked in the whole room, my eyes widened to et the sad hyacinth of the prince’s eyes. Noticing that it wasn’t only myself who felt troubled or even scared of the situation...

"Please, My lady... I beg of you... Even if my word ans nothing to you... listen to my promise..." — He said... with a tremorous voice that sounded as conflicted as my inner one... holding our jaw tenderly even while his hands also resounded to the tremors of his words. — "I swear it will be brief... I swear it will not hurt as you believe..."

’hng... but...’

"I swear I am to stay and watch nothing goes wrong... my hand... it will not let go of yours, my lady..."

’mon.... It’s... D*mn it...’

The tears I was trying to keep inside were nacing to flood out to his moving pledges, more so as his hand went back to take mine... strongly in his determined grip to show his honesty.

"It will be alright... let yourself be cured so nothing worse happens to your health, lady Marianne... for such I fear more than a needle’s work..."

I had to understand what he was requesting.

The mont I glimpsed at the poor doctor, I knew my attitude was only hindering ourselves... And it was because of this that I forced ourselves to endure my fright.

Taking him as the shield I needed, I accepted his hold to keep from seeing the doctor work on the wound, grabbing onto him and keeping to my chest the hand he had given... as if it would maintain my heart steady and composed... not working as effectively as I would have thought however, yet even so...

"... My lady, do keep still, yes?"

"You are enduring very well... please continue a bit longer..."

"It is alright, there is not much left..."

This he would tell as I knew the doctor was treating my wound... Stroking my hair and keeping close while I avoided the sight, digging my face into him. Not even feeling pain, but still nervous that the effect of the dicine would fade eventually during the treatnt.

"... My lady, it is over." — Lastly he said, surprising because I practically felt nothing but my own trembling instead of the needle.

"??" — ’Huh? R-really?? So fast?!’

"Indeed, it is over dear Ninth. I hope the surprise I notice in thou eyes is for no pain was felt by this needle." — Doctor Talmhach announced... all sweaty yet with a wide smile while putting away the utensils he had used, even with my wound already bandaged when I ca to look at it.

The view of a clean leg and bandage made feel overwheld by relief.

My shoulders felt like shrinking imdiately out of joy, and I looked up at the prince I still held onto, receiving his glad smile as soon as our eyes t.

"Was there no pain?"

"..." — ’... I... I need to-’

"Your Highness, if you may excuse , this server needs to cleanse these tools and watch for the Ninth’s personal physician’s arrival so a thorough diagnosis is given. For I see in your care the lady is at ease, please do look after the Ninth. She should not move imdiately. Rest a mont before you take her to Calla’s burgundy chambers."

"... Will she need other cares?... The pain..."

"The ointnt’s effect will last for at least three hours, aid will be needed in her move if done soon... I have heard the events the Ninth went through and yet taking into account the energy and deanour showcased here, I believe it is safe to conclude her wound’s treatnt was the most pressing one... When it cos to her condition, it shall be with Deslys that we may analyse other health matters. That is all, Your Highness."

"... Understood."

"...?"

To the wide smile of the physician, we watched him leave his infirmary after the prince gave his understanding of the instruction. And I wondered about it... thinking what was so funny to smile like that... comprehending right after since I had the prince still in my grasp. Very closely at that.