The next day, Erne woke up later than usual.
His head was heavy and his condition was not good. He grabbed Judith, who had been moving busily since morning and asked her.
“Did you come to my room last night?”
“Last night? No.”
Judith replied that she was unusually tired yesterday and went to bed early. Judith would never lie about something like that, so what was it yesterday? Was it a dream?
Erne thought back to last night. He heard Judith's voice and opened the door, but there was no one there.
No, did I open the door?
His memory was hazy as if he had been drinking too much. Maybe the memory of hearing Judith's voice and opening the door itself was a dream.
While Erne was lost in thought for a moment, Judith placed her hand on his forehead.
"What?"
“Erne, you have a fever.”
"Fever?"
Erne removed Judith's hand and touched his forehead once, and then Judith's forehead once.
Judith's hands felt cool, but he had a slight fever.
“I think you have a cold.”
He caught a cold that he never caught before, even when he was out in the rain in the middle of winter. Did he become weak because he avoided training for a while?
Wait, I have a fever?
“Don't touch.”
Erne hurriedly took his hand off Judith's forehead. Her face looked bewildered.
“It was Erne who was touching it?”
“It might move to you.”
“Of course. Because you have a cold.”
"No."
Erne nervously ran his hand through his hair and grabbed his throbbing scalp.
Damn, this was definitely the bottle Henry was talking about.
A disease whose cause is unknown and for which there is no cure, whether it is caused by an infectious disease or germs.
It started with a low fever. Up until then, Erne had been conversing fairly normally with Henry, who had contacted him and come to visit him.
“It doesn’t seem to be an epidemic. There aren’t any more casualties. But just in case, be careful, Ma’am.”
I also heard the whole story from Henry.
It seems that people who came into contact with or were close to the mummy were contaminated with the germs, but a couple of people didn't die, so they are asking for caution.
“But it’s strange. Erne was fine before, so why did he suddenly become like that?”
According to the police investigation, all of those who contracted the disease began showing symptoms on the same day.
Looking at Erne's fever that came on so late, I wonder if it's not because of the mummy, but just a cold?
But unfortunately, it was a vain hope. From the next day, Erne's symptoms got worse.
The fever rose and fell repeatedly, but Erne did not come to his senses.
“Erne, are you sleeping?”
“...”
There was no answer from Erne. I opened Erne's door slightly. He was lying motionless on the bed.
I quietly placed the tray containing the watery porridge and fever reducer on the table, then came back in carrying a basin of cold water and a towel.
“It’s boiling, it’s boiling.”
I lightly placed my hand on Erne's forehead and bit my lip at the heat transmitted through my palm. If the fever was like this, even the greatest Erne would collapse.
'What kind of germs were in the mummy?'
He tried to examine an incorruptible corpse, but it ended up becoming a corpse instead.
“...”
Erne's breathing was uneven. I felt strange seeing him lying unconscious, having not changed his expression even after being stabbed with a poisoned knife.
I carefully wiped his forehead and the back of his neck with a towel soaked in cold water.
However, the fever was so bad that it wouldn't go away even if I just put a cold towel on the back of his neck.
I, who was in thought, unbuttoned his shirt and opened it.
His chest, which was heaving loudly and intermittently, was also a ball of fire. The towel kept slipping from his neck to his chest, and from his side to his abs.
“What’s the use of building muscle? You can’t even win a fight.”
Should I take off his pants too? I put my hand on Erne's thigh. I could feel his warm body temperature even through his pants.
“...”
I have to take it off. I feel like the world's biggest pervert trying to take off a sleeping person's pants, but this is clearly a medical procedure.
I'm doing this to save Erne. After all, it's not like I've seen his naked body for the first time. Of course, I don't plan on stripping him naked.
Just take off your pants, just take off your pants...!
“...What are you doing?”
The moment my trembling fingertips grabbed Erne's trouser leg, a rough hand grabbed my wrist. The boiling body temperature flowed into the skin that was touching.
“Why is it that every time I lose consciousness and wake up, it seems like you’re doing this?”
His voice was interspersed with raspy breathing.
“How can I feel at ease and be sick like this?”
I guess he still has some life to live since he still has the energy to joke around.
“What are you talking about? I’m just taking care of you.”
“What kind of nurse takes off your clothes first? This is harassment, Miss Harrington.”
“Tch, even if I take care of you.”
I rolled my eyes and threw the towel into the basin. Then I picked up the tray that had been placed on the table.
“If you have the energy to tease me, eat some porridge.”
Erne sat leaning against the head of the bed, frowning as if moving would give him a headache.
He stared blankly at the watery porridge that still had warmth in it.
He had no appetite. He didn't want to put anything in his mouth. But Erne still picked up the spoon.
He couldn't turn away from Judith's devotion to cooking porridge even while she was busy making incense or something.
The porridge melted softly in his mouth. It wasn't tasteless. No matter what he ate, it felt like he was chewing sand, so this was great.
But still, a rough voice came out of his mouth.
“It tastes bad.”
“What is porridge? Is it food eaten for its taste? It’s food eaten to live.”
Judith didn't seem to care much about Erne's complaints. After all, they're not the type of people who exchange awkward compliments.
“Eat everything and be sure to take your medicine.”
"Why?"
Why? Do I have to explain to a sick person why he or she needs to take medicine?
Judith looked at Erne with eyes that seemed to show that she did not understand.
“Wouldn’t it be better for our Harrington Miss if I died?”
Erne also didn't understand himself. Why was he picking on the person who was taking care of him like this? Maybe he was sick and wanted to act childish.
But at the same time, he was curious.
In the current situation, the person who would benefit the most if he died was Judith. There would be no risk of divorce, her living expenses would be cut in half, and she would be able to keep all the money from the sale of the mansion for herself.
In other words, Erne's survival was a loss to Judith. Why did Judith try so hard to save him when she hated being hurt more than dying?
“I guess it’s worth living because it’s full of grains.”
Judith thought Erne was just teasing her as usual and moved on.
“Take your medicine quickly.”
"..."
“Then, is the medicine bitter or sweet? It’s said that it’s good for the body if you put it in your mouth.”
“I’ve never heard of that before. Did you make that up?”
Is there no such thing here? Judith answered no and pushed the tray away. Erne's eyes were about to close as if the medicine was quickly taking effect.
“Just a moment, Erne. Take off your clothes and go to sleep.”
As she wiped his body with a towel, his shirt kept getting wet. Even if she tried to take it off and change it, Judith alone was not enough to handle Ern's large body.
Erne, who was trying to open his eyes and take off his shirt that was soaked with sweat and water, hesitated and turned his body slightly away from Judith.
“You’re not just making excuses to satisfy your selfish desires, are you? You don’t do that to a sick person.”
Judith clenched her teeth as she watched Erne slowly take off his clothes.
“You can just roll it up in a comforter, really.”
Is this what they mean when they say that all you do is talk.
The medicine is bitter, Erne grumbled and soon fell asleep. His waking hours were getting shorter and shorter. I stood up, holding a lukewarm basin.
“My sleeves are damp.”
I kept wetting the towel with water until my sleeves got wet. I went back to my room to change my clothes.
“What are you talking about, Erne?”
Wouldn't it be a good thing for you if I die?
Given Erne's personality, it was likely just a bad joke he often makes, but given the circumstances, it didn't sound good. It was almost like a will.
I felt a pang of pain for a moment, not sure if he was joking or being serious. When Erne first came back to life, yes, I wasn't very happy about it.
Because he came back to life, I had to split the money from the sale of the countship and the mansion, which I thought were mine.
But if you ask me if I still think the same way...
'I don't know.'
Honestly, I think it would be a bit of a shame to split the house price in half later. But I've never thought of wanting Erne to die again because of that.
Yes, I don't want him to die. At some point, I completely adapted to living with Erne.
Waking up in the morning, grumbling, eating together, and sharing work.
Now, if Erne, I will just eat my fill and live in heavy silence without a single laugh.
I guess it won't be difficult since I've been living like that my whole life, but still,
'I hope Erne doesn't die.'
This is my true feelings. I could have told Erne my true feelings earlier, but...
“Ugh, ugh.”
It was strange just to imagine it. I couldn't say something like that, absolutely not.
I scratched my arm for no reason. It was the moment when I stood up and blew out the candles in my room to go back to Erne's room.
Heeeeing-
A horse neighed loudly in the garden.
His head was heavy and his condition was not good. He grabbed Judith, who had been moving busily since morning and asked her.
“Did you come to my room last night?”
“Last night? No.”
Judith replied that she was unusually tired yesterday and went to bed early. Judith would never lie about something like that, so what was it yesterday? Was it a dream?
Erne thought back to last night. He heard Judith's voice and opened the door, but there was no one there.
No, did I open the door?
His memory was hazy as if he had been drinking too much. Maybe the memory of hearing Judith's voice and opening the door itself was a dream.
While Erne was lost in thought for a moment, Judith placed her hand on his forehead.
"What?"
“Erne, you have a fever.”
"Fever?"
Erne removed Judith's hand and touched his forehead once, and then Judith's forehead once.
Judith's hands felt cool, but he had a slight fever.
“I think you have a cold.”
He caught a cold that he never caught before, even when he was out in the rain in the middle of winter. Did he become weak because he avoided training for a while?
Wait, I have a fever?
“Don't touch.”
Erne hurriedly took his hand off Judith's forehead. Her face looked bewildered.
“It was Erne who was touching it?”
“It might move to you.”
“Of course. Because you have a cold.”
"No."
Erne nervously ran his hand through his hair and grabbed his throbbing scalp.
Damn, this was definitely the bottle Henry was talking about.
A disease whose cause is unknown and for which there is no cure, whether it is caused by an infectious disease or germs.
***
It started with a low fever. Up until then, Erne had been conversing fairly normally with Henry, who had contacted him and come to visit him.
“It doesn’t seem to be an epidemic. There aren’t any more casualties. But just in case, be careful, Ma’am.”
I also heard the whole story from Henry.
It seems that people who came into contact with or were close to the mummy were contaminated with the germs, but a couple of people didn't die, so they are asking for caution.
“But it’s strange. Erne was fine before, so why did he suddenly become like that?”
According to the police investigation, all of those who contracted the disease began showing symptoms on the same day.
Looking at Erne's fever that came on so late, I wonder if it's not because of the mummy, but just a cold?
But unfortunately, it was a vain hope. From the next day, Erne's symptoms got worse.
The fever rose and fell repeatedly, but Erne did not come to his senses.
“Erne, are you sleeping?”
“...”
There was no answer from Erne. I opened Erne's door slightly. He was lying motionless on the bed.
I quietly placed the tray containing the watery porridge and fever reducer on the table, then came back in carrying a basin of cold water and a towel.
“It’s boiling, it’s boiling.”
I lightly placed my hand on Erne's forehead and bit my lip at the heat transmitted through my palm. If the fever was like this, even the greatest Erne would collapse.
'What kind of germs were in the mummy?'
He tried to examine an incorruptible corpse, but it ended up becoming a corpse instead.
“...”
Erne's breathing was uneven. I felt strange seeing him lying unconscious, having not changed his expression even after being stabbed with a poisoned knife.
I carefully wiped his forehead and the back of his neck with a towel soaked in cold water.
However, the fever was so bad that it wouldn't go away even if I just put a cold towel on the back of his neck.
I, who was in thought, unbuttoned his shirt and opened it.
His chest, which was heaving loudly and intermittently, was also a ball of fire. The towel kept slipping from his neck to his chest, and from his side to his abs.
“What’s the use of building muscle? You can’t even win a fight.”
Should I take off his pants too? I put my hand on Erne's thigh. I could feel his warm body temperature even through his pants.
“...”
I have to take it off. I feel like the world's biggest pervert trying to take off a sleeping person's pants, but this is clearly a medical procedure.
I'm doing this to save Erne. After all, it's not like I've seen his naked body for the first time. Of course, I don't plan on stripping him naked.
Just take off your pants, just take off your pants...!
“...What are you doing?”
The moment my trembling fingertips grabbed Erne's trouser leg, a rough hand grabbed my wrist. The boiling body temperature flowed into the skin that was touching.
“Why is it that every time I lose consciousness and wake up, it seems like you’re doing this?”
His voice was interspersed with raspy breathing.
“How can I feel at ease and be sick like this?”
I guess he still has some life to live since he still has the energy to joke around.
“What are you talking about? I’m just taking care of you.”
“What kind of nurse takes off your clothes first? This is harassment, Miss Harrington.”
“Tch, even if I take care of you.”
I rolled my eyes and threw the towel into the basin. Then I picked up the tray that had been placed on the table.
“If you have the energy to tease me, eat some porridge.”
Erne sat leaning against the head of the bed, frowning as if moving would give him a headache.
He stared blankly at the watery porridge that still had warmth in it.
He had no appetite. He didn't want to put anything in his mouth. But Erne still picked up the spoon.
He couldn't turn away from Judith's devotion to cooking porridge even while she was busy making incense or something.
The porridge melted softly in his mouth. It wasn't tasteless. No matter what he ate, it felt like he was chewing sand, so this was great.
But still, a rough voice came out of his mouth.
“It tastes bad.”
“What is porridge? Is it food eaten for its taste? It’s food eaten to live.”
Judith didn't seem to care much about Erne's complaints. After all, they're not the type of people who exchange awkward compliments.
“Eat everything and be sure to take your medicine.”
"Why?"
Why? Do I have to explain to a sick person why he or she needs to take medicine?
Judith looked at Erne with eyes that seemed to show that she did not understand.
“Wouldn’t it be better for our Harrington Miss if I died?”
Erne also didn't understand himself. Why was he picking on the person who was taking care of him like this? Maybe he was sick and wanted to act childish.
But at the same time, he was curious.
In the current situation, the person who would benefit the most if he died was Judith. There would be no risk of divorce, her living expenses would be cut in half, and she would be able to keep all the money from the sale of the mansion for herself.
In other words, Erne's survival was a loss to Judith. Why did Judith try so hard to save him when she hated being hurt more than dying?
“I guess it’s worth living because it’s full of grains.”
Judith thought Erne was just teasing her as usual and moved on.
“Take your medicine quickly.”
"..."
“Then, is the medicine bitter or sweet? It’s said that it’s good for the body if you put it in your mouth.”
“I’ve never heard of that before. Did you make that up?”
Is there no such thing here? Judith answered no and pushed the tray away. Erne's eyes were about to close as if the medicine was quickly taking effect.
“Just a moment, Erne. Take off your clothes and go to sleep.”
As she wiped his body with a towel, his shirt kept getting wet. Even if she tried to take it off and change it, Judith alone was not enough to handle Ern's large body.
Erne, who was trying to open his eyes and take off his shirt that was soaked with sweat and water, hesitated and turned his body slightly away from Judith.
“You’re not just making excuses to satisfy your selfish desires, are you? You don’t do that to a sick person.”
Judith clenched her teeth as she watched Erne slowly take off his clothes.
“You can just roll it up in a comforter, really.”
***
Is this what they mean when they say that all you do is talk.
The medicine is bitter, Erne grumbled and soon fell asleep. His waking hours were getting shorter and shorter. I stood up, holding a lukewarm basin.
“My sleeves are damp.”
I kept wetting the towel with water until my sleeves got wet. I went back to my room to change my clothes.
“What are you talking about, Erne?”
Wouldn't it be a good thing for you if I die?
Given Erne's personality, it was likely just a bad joke he often makes, but given the circumstances, it didn't sound good. It was almost like a will.
I felt a pang of pain for a moment, not sure if he was joking or being serious. When Erne first came back to life, yes, I wasn't very happy about it.
Because he came back to life, I had to split the money from the sale of the countship and the mansion, which I thought were mine.
But if you ask me if I still think the same way...
'I don't know.'
Honestly, I think it would be a bit of a shame to split the house price in half later. But I've never thought of wanting Erne to die again because of that.
Yes, I don't want him to die. At some point, I completely adapted to living with Erne.
Waking up in the morning, grumbling, eating together, and sharing work.
Now, if Erne, I will just eat my fill and live in heavy silence without a single laugh.
I guess it won't be difficult since I've been living like that my whole life, but still,
'I hope Erne doesn't die.'
This is my true feelings. I could have told Erne my true feelings earlier, but...
“Ugh, ugh.”
It was strange just to imagine it. I couldn't say something like that, absolutely not.
I scratched my arm for no reason. It was the moment when I stood up and blew out the candles in my room to go back to Erne's room.
Heeeeing-
A horse neighed loudly in the garden.
“Look at that guy, he’s eating expensive food and staying up late because he has nothing better to do.”
It's not like the horse is nocturnal, so why doesn't it sleep?
I clicked my tongue and headed toward the window, wondering if anything was going to happen, since it was such an expensive horse.
“What, why is he crying when he sees me?”
It's strange. At that moment, I tilted my head,
Knock knock.
There was a knock.
Knock knock.
No one knocks and comes to this mansion.
It's not like the horse is nocturnal, so why doesn't it sleep?
I clicked my tongue and headed toward the window, wondering if anything was going to happen, since it was such an expensive horse.
“What, why is he crying when he sees me?”
It's strange. At that moment, I tilted my head,
Knock knock.
There was a knock.
Knock knock.
No one knocks and comes to this mansion.
The fruit of their experiences together is setting in! I really like this kind of dynamic rather than everyone being good with each other immediately. Their grumblings and sassiness to each other is also becoming adorable. It's really refreshing to read a novel couple like this! And the curse stories are also unique hdhdhdhdh
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