“I can’t get out of here, I’m just going around in circles.”
Beichi showed the medicine he had made to Judith and Erne, who had returned to the mansion. Beichi's face, in agony, did not look so good.
“What if we decipher them one by one?”
“If you detoxify the toxins from the fat of the corpse first, the rash will continue to occur because of the nikar. On the other hand, if you detoxify the nikar first, the itching will become worse because of the toxins from the corpse, and the wounds will not heal and will produce pus.”
So, somehow, he had to treat them at the same time, but it was driving him crazy because taking both drugs at the same time didn't work.
“Why not ask other doctors for their opinions?”
“I think that would be good.”
Judith wanted to help Beichi, but her medical knowledge was limited. Beichi consoled Judith, saying that even the medical books Judith had provided him were of great help.
While they talked, Erne stared at the two vials on the desk.
“But this is a potion and this is not an ointment?”
Erne also didn't have much medical knowledge. However, he was able to tell the difference between potions and ointments.
“Then you can just eat one and apply one.”
And now, Erne didn't think this situation was anything to worry about. Beichi was about to say something to Erne's clear words, but he just froze with his mouth open.
"...Uh?"
He was going to say that it wasn't that easy, but maybe this could work. Huh?
Beichi tilted his head, got up, and picked up two bottles of medicine.
“One to eat, one to apply?”
Why didn't I think of that? Medicine is something you take or apply.
"Yes."
“It’s much better.”
Naturally, at first, they weren't sure if the treatment would work. There might be other side effects.
But Henry decided to try it himself, even if it was poison, he thought it was better than living like this.
Henry drank the Nicar antidote that Beichi had improved and applied an ointment made from dragon and cactus extracts.
He only drank and applied it three times a day, and the next day his face looked noticeably better.
“How about the itchiness, Sir Henry?”
“It’s gotten a lot better. It’s not like it doesn’t itch at all, but it’s not as itchy as it was the day before yesterday.”
Henry's voice became lively. Judith also gave the medicine to Brother Luhmann Luman. Brother Luhmann also showed improvement in one day.
After two days of taking the medication, scabs began to form on Henry's face. This was a sign that the pus and bleeding would stop and new skin would grow.
There was also good news from the Luhmann brothers that they were getting better. Beichi and Judith decided to wait and see for a week before releasing the medicine on the market.
“I also made an arthritis medicine and I need someone to test it.”
Since cosmetic treatments are effective, it's likely that an arthritis treatment based on them would be effective, but Beichi still wanted to try it.
Judith and Erne went to Cain with an antidote to arthritis medicine to ask if any of the victims would come forward.
In front of the entrance to the police station that she had found, Judith encountered another character from the original work.
White hair, white beard, wrinkled face, but with the good looks and intimidating presence of a young man, he was the commander of the 1st Knights and the honor of the empire, Gelard.
“Erne Rhineland.”
“It’s been a while, old man.”
“Why does your face look more shiny than before?”
He was also the one who kicked out Erne from the 1st Division within a day after seeing his yellow sprout.
Erne frowned as soon as he saw Gelard. Gelard was the first to pretend to know him.
“You said you had joint problems, but you’re walking around just fine.”
Erne glanced at Gelard's knees.
“If you’re sick, you should rest at home. Why did you come all the way to the police station? Did you come to harass the Marquis of Mosley?”
“I’ve heard that the Marquis is hanging out with you guys. I heard you caught that Roam guy this time. His Majesty praised you.”
Gelard didn't even bat an eye at Ern'es sarcasm, wondering if he had just been aging in vain.
“I heard you married well.”
“What, what went well...”
Erne was speechless because of the absurdity. Since he couldn't refute it right away, this argument was lost by Erne. Realizing this, Erne clenched his teeth and a vein bulged out on his chin.
He never thought he'd hear compliments about marrying well. He's hearing those words from guys like the Marquis of Perney.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
At that moment, Judith bowed her head politely. Erne pursed his lips in surprise.
Wait a minute, if you say thank you here, what do I become? I'll be a really well-married man. And I beat up Roam?
Whether Erne was breathtaking or had a stuffy nose, Gelard and Judith were quite friendly.
“The Countess here has her own circumstances, unlike her husband.”
Gelard, who had been smiling faintly, looked at Erne with cold eyes.
“How did you end up marrying a guy like that?”
In Gelad's eyes, Erne was nothing more or less than a rascal. He would have thought it a shame to have anyone standing next to Erne, but at that moment, he had just heard the story of Judith from Cain.
She struggles to pay off her debts on her own while also supporting Erne. The more he listens to Cain's explanation, the more it seems like she is more than enough of a matchmaker for Erne.
“That kind of guy? It makes me feel bad just listening to that kind of guy.”
Erne muttered.
“And where do you think you can easily find someone like me, old man?”
Tsk, tsk, the old knight clicked his tongue.
“I say this because she is like my granddaughter, but the Marquis of Mosley over there is a great match.”
It was a call to change. As expected, no one would say that this is a 19+ novel. Each and every character has a truly open mind.
“Thank you for the advice. I’ll think about it.”
But even though this is a 19+ novel, doesn't the wise spirit still remain in Judith's soul? Judith refused indirectly out of respect for the elderly.
“...?”
But unfortunately, Erne's ears did not hear it as a rejection. He looked at Judith with eyes telling her to quickly explain herself, but this time she did not understand the unspoken message.
She tilted her head, wondering why he was looking at her with such intense eyes, and Gelard spoke again.
“What’s going on at the police station, Ma’am?”
Now Erne was treated as almost a nobody.
“Oh, I’ve just made a medicine for arthritis that’s causing quite a stir. I need to check if it works or not, so I’m going to ask the Marquis if there’s anyone among the arthritis drug victims who would like to test it.”
“Then there’s no need to go in. I’ll do it.”
"Yes?"
By the way, shr heard that the commander of the 1st Division was also a victim of arthritis medication.
“If your knees don’t move properly, you should retire. That’s because you’re relying on medication.”
“Do I look like someone who relies on drugs? It was a gift from my niece.”
Gelard, who had been snapping at Erne for picking a fight, reached out to Judith.
“If you’re going to experiment, it might as well be on a body that’s about to die.”
Judith nodded to Gelard and handed him an envelope containing a vial of medicine, explaining how to take the potion and apply the ointment.
“I don’t think there will be any major side effects, but if there is anything unusual, please let me know. If there is any improvement, please let Marquis Mosley know.”
“Let’s do that.”
Gelard praised Judith for her hard work, then looked at Erne with cold eyes.
“Tsk, tsk.”
Then he just clicked his tongue and left without saying anything. That made Erne more angry than ten words.
“How about taking off your rank and having a sparring match, old man?”
Erne grabbed the handle of the sword, but Gelard said no, and got into the carriage.
“What good does it do to beat an old man?”
With those words, the carriage door slammed shut. The carriage passed by Erne leisurely as if teasing him.
His gaze, which had become even more fierce, followed the back of the carriage and then suddenly landed on Judith.
“Why, why are you looking at me like that?”
Erne never explained the meaning of the look in his eyes.
Two days later, they heard from Gelard that it was very effective in relieving pain.
“Take a look, Beichi.”
“...Calm down, Miss Harrington.”
Beichi backed away from Judith, who was looking at him with a gentle expression. Her smile was warm like the spring sunshine, but her dark eyes flashed with a desire stronger than the midsummer sun.
“Tell me to smell it.”
This was an empty room in the mansion. Even if you breathe hard, all you can smell is dust, but Beichi pretends to smell it anyway.
“What does it smell like?”
“There’s no smell.”
“Smell it carefully. It smells like money.”
"Yes?"
“Don’t you smell the success of Mr. Beichi’s medicine selling like hotcakes here, and the place will be filled with gold coins?”
Beichi showed the medicine he had made to Judith and Erne, who had returned to the mansion. Beichi's face, in agony, did not look so good.
“What if we decipher them one by one?”
“If you detoxify the toxins from the fat of the corpse first, the rash will continue to occur because of the nikar. On the other hand, if you detoxify the nikar first, the itching will become worse because of the toxins from the corpse, and the wounds will not heal and will produce pus.”
So, somehow, he had to treat them at the same time, but it was driving him crazy because taking both drugs at the same time didn't work.
“Why not ask other doctors for their opinions?”
“I think that would be good.”
Judith wanted to help Beichi, but her medical knowledge was limited. Beichi consoled Judith, saying that even the medical books Judith had provided him were of great help.
While they talked, Erne stared at the two vials on the desk.
“But this is a potion and this is not an ointment?”
Erne also didn't have much medical knowledge. However, he was able to tell the difference between potions and ointments.
“Then you can just eat one and apply one.”
And now, Erne didn't think this situation was anything to worry about. Beichi was about to say something to Erne's clear words, but he just froze with his mouth open.
"...Uh?"
He was going to say that it wasn't that easy, but maybe this could work. Huh?
Beichi tilted his head, got up, and picked up two bottles of medicine.
“One to eat, one to apply?”
Why didn't I think of that? Medicine is something you take or apply.
***
"Yes."
“It’s much better.”
Naturally, at first, they weren't sure if the treatment would work. There might be other side effects.
But Henry decided to try it himself, even if it was poison, he thought it was better than living like this.
Henry drank the Nicar antidote that Beichi had improved and applied an ointment made from dragon and cactus extracts.
He only drank and applied it three times a day, and the next day his face looked noticeably better.
“How about the itchiness, Sir Henry?”
“It’s gotten a lot better. It’s not like it doesn’t itch at all, but it’s not as itchy as it was the day before yesterday.”
Henry's voice became lively. Judith also gave the medicine to Brother Luhmann Luman. Brother Luhmann also showed improvement in one day.
After two days of taking the medication, scabs began to form on Henry's face. This was a sign that the pus and bleeding would stop and new skin would grow.
There was also good news from the Luhmann brothers that they were getting better. Beichi and Judith decided to wait and see for a week before releasing the medicine on the market.
“I also made an arthritis medicine and I need someone to test it.”
Since cosmetic treatments are effective, it's likely that an arthritis treatment based on them would be effective, but Beichi still wanted to try it.
Judith and Erne went to Cain with an antidote to arthritis medicine to ask if any of the victims would come forward.
In front of the entrance to the police station that she had found, Judith encountered another character from the original work.
White hair, white beard, wrinkled face, but with the good looks and intimidating presence of a young man, he was the commander of the 1st Knights and the honor of the empire, Gelard.
“Erne Rhineland.”
“It’s been a while, old man.”
“Why does your face look more shiny than before?”
He was also the one who kicked out Erne from the 1st Division within a day after seeing his yellow sprout.
Erne frowned as soon as he saw Gelard. Gelard was the first to pretend to know him.
“You said you had joint problems, but you’re walking around just fine.”
Erne glanced at Gelard's knees.
“If you’re sick, you should rest at home. Why did you come all the way to the police station? Did you come to harass the Marquis of Mosley?”
“I’ve heard that the Marquis is hanging out with you guys. I heard you caught that Roam guy this time. His Majesty praised you.”
Gelard didn't even bat an eye at Ern'es sarcasm, wondering if he had just been aging in vain.
“I heard you married well.”
“What, what went well...”
Erne was speechless because of the absurdity. Since he couldn't refute it right away, this argument was lost by Erne. Realizing this, Erne clenched his teeth and a vein bulged out on his chin.
He never thought he'd hear compliments about marrying well. He's hearing those words from guys like the Marquis of Perney.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
At that moment, Judith bowed her head politely. Erne pursed his lips in surprise.
Wait a minute, if you say thank you here, what do I become? I'll be a really well-married man. And I beat up Roam?
Whether Erne was breathtaking or had a stuffy nose, Gelard and Judith were quite friendly.
“The Countess here has her own circumstances, unlike her husband.”
Gelard, who had been smiling faintly, looked at Erne with cold eyes.
“How did you end up marrying a guy like that?”
In Gelad's eyes, Erne was nothing more or less than a rascal. He would have thought it a shame to have anyone standing next to Erne, but at that moment, he had just heard the story of Judith from Cain.
She struggles to pay off her debts on her own while also supporting Erne. The more he listens to Cain's explanation, the more it seems like she is more than enough of a matchmaker for Erne.
“That kind of guy? It makes me feel bad just listening to that kind of guy.”
Erne muttered.
“And where do you think you can easily find someone like me, old man?”
“It's not easy, I'm sure there's a better guy out there than you, and I just happen to get my nose stuck up your ass.”
“I say this because she is like my granddaughter, but the Marquis of Mosley over there is a great match.”
It was a call to change. As expected, no one would say that this is a 19+ novel. Each and every character has a truly open mind.
“Thank you for the advice. I’ll think about it.”
But even though this is a 19+ novel, doesn't the wise spirit still remain in Judith's soul? Judith refused indirectly out of respect for the elderly.
“...?”
But unfortunately, Erne's ears did not hear it as a rejection. He looked at Judith with eyes telling her to quickly explain herself, but this time she did not understand the unspoken message.
She tilted her head, wondering why he was looking at her with such intense eyes, and Gelard spoke again.
“What’s going on at the police station, Ma’am?”
Now Erne was treated as almost a nobody.
“Oh, I’ve just made a medicine for arthritis that’s causing quite a stir. I need to check if it works or not, so I’m going to ask the Marquis if there’s anyone among the arthritis drug victims who would like to test it.”
“Then there’s no need to go in. I’ll do it.”
"Yes?"
By the way, shr heard that the commander of the 1st Division was also a victim of arthritis medication.
“If your knees don’t move properly, you should retire. That’s because you’re relying on medication.”
“Do I look like someone who relies on drugs? It was a gift from my niece.”
Gelard, who had been snapping at Erne for picking a fight, reached out to Judith.
“If you’re going to experiment, it might as well be on a body that’s about to die.”
Judith nodded to Gelard and handed him an envelope containing a vial of medicine, explaining how to take the potion and apply the ointment.
“I don’t think there will be any major side effects, but if there is anything unusual, please let me know. If there is any improvement, please let Marquis Mosley know.”
“Let’s do that.”
Gelard praised Judith for her hard work, then looked at Erne with cold eyes.
“Tsk, tsk.”
Then he just clicked his tongue and left without saying anything. That made Erne more angry than ten words.
“How about taking off your rank and having a sparring match, old man?”
Erne grabbed the handle of the sword, but Gelard said no, and got into the carriage.
“What good does it do to beat an old man?”
With those words, the carriage door slammed shut. The carriage passed by Erne leisurely as if teasing him.
His gaze, which had become even more fierce, followed the back of the carriage and then suddenly landed on Judith.
“Why, why are you looking at me like that?”
Erne never explained the meaning of the look in his eyes.
Two days later, they heard from Gelard that it was very effective in relieving pain.
***
“Take a look, Beichi.”
“...Calm down, Miss Harrington.”
Beichi backed away from Judith, who was looking at him with a gentle expression. Her smile was warm like the spring sunshine, but her dark eyes flashed with a desire stronger than the midsummer sun.
“Tell me to smell it.”
This was an empty room in the mansion. Even if you breathe hard, all you can smell is dust, but Beichi pretends to smell it anyway.
“What does it smell like?”
“There’s no smell.”
“Smell it carefully. It smells like money.”
"Yes?"
“Don’t you smell the success of Mr. Beichi’s medicine selling like hotcakes here, and the place will be filled with gold coins?”
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