Is it Okbaraji now?
Erne looked at Judith, who was locked in the iron cage, and his mind was complicated. He felt sorry for her, but on the other hand, he wondered why this kind of thing kept happening to her.
'No, is this happening to me?'
When he died and woke up, he was a married man. The woman he married without even knowing his face or name was desperate to pay off his debt.
His unexpected wife sends him to the arena, buys him witchcraft, makes him share a bed, and now even makes him a prison guard.
'I've done a lot of things that are not in my fortune.'
It was a life he never imagined.
The moment he first held the sword, Erne had a vague premonition that he would die holding the sword's handle. Whether he died as a knight or a mercenary, he would be with the sword until the end.
But what about now? He holds the pot handle more than the sword.
“You’ll be out soon.”
Judith gritted her teeth and held the iron bars with both hands.
“I heard that Marquis Howard or something is holding out for you. If not for that, Marquis Moseley would have sent you away already.”
“Then what should I do? I have a mountain of work to do, and I have to stay stuck here?”
Judith's eyebrows tilted down as she held onto the iron bars. Why does she look so pitiful? Erne sighed at the pitiful sight and wiped his face with the palm of his hand.
“Be quiet, I’ll let you out tomorrow morning.”
“How?”
“Secret. Anyway, just stay still. I can... No, I’ll just come back as fast as I can.”
“You came here in the middle of the night and asked me to use my strength out of the blue. Is this the case?”
Gelard, who had come out in a hurry wearing only a robe over his pajamas, touched his forehead when he saw Erne sitting shamelessly in his living room.
“It’s not that late at night, so you’re already asleep?”
“You keep calling me ‘old man, old man’, but don’t you know that old people go to bed early?”
Gelard sighed deeply and drank the cold water the servant brought him.
“So your wife has been taken into custody by the police? Marquis Mosley will take care of it himself. Why did you come all the way here?”
“Would I have come to you if I had solved it? I came to you because I couldn’t.”
Something that is not even in one's fortune.
Erne came to ask for a favor. And to Gelard, no less.
Actually, he was thinking of going directly to the Emperor, but he thought that would be inefficient, so he gave up.
The Emperor cannot support either the Marquis of Mosley or the Marquis of Howard. He cannot ask them to release someone who has been accused of assault.
So Erne came to Gelard. This old man, who was a Count by title but was in fact the best knight in the empire, an honorable knight, and the leader of the First Order of Knights.
“Please vouch for me. If the old man, no, the captain, vouch for me, then Marquis Howard won’t be able to say anything.”
This old, squeamish man neither made nor accepted such a request. If such a man were to vouch for him, the Marquis of Howard would not be able to easily interfere.
“Your request is very stiff.”
“Tell me what you want. I’ll listen to it once.”
“What is that?”
“Anything.”
That was all Erne could offer at the moment. If it were Gelard, he would either make him do chores that required him to suppress his temper to tease him, or he would take him on a dangerous mission and use him.
"Do you love her?"
Erne looked at Judith, who was locked in the iron cage, and his mind was complicated. He felt sorry for her, but on the other hand, he wondered why this kind of thing kept happening to her.
'No, is this happening to me?'
When he died and woke up, he was a married man. The woman he married without even knowing his face or name was desperate to pay off his debt.
His unexpected wife sends him to the arena, buys him witchcraft, makes him share a bed, and now even makes him a prison guard.
'I've done a lot of things that are not in my fortune.'
It was a life he never imagined.
The moment he first held the sword, Erne had a vague premonition that he would die holding the sword's handle. Whether he died as a knight or a mercenary, he would be with the sword until the end.
But what about now? He holds the pot handle more than the sword.
“You’ll be out soon.”
Judith gritted her teeth and held the iron bars with both hands.
“I heard that Marquis Howard or something is holding out for you. If not for that, Marquis Moseley would have sent you away already.”
“Then what should I do? I have a mountain of work to do, and I have to stay stuck here?”
Judith's eyebrows tilted down as she held onto the iron bars. Why does she look so pitiful? Erne sighed at the pitiful sight and wiped his face with the palm of his hand.
“Be quiet, I’ll let you out tomorrow morning.”
“How?”
“Secret. Anyway, just stay still. I can... No, I’ll just come back as fast as I can.”
***
“You came here in the middle of the night and asked me to use my strength out of the blue. Is this the case?”
Gelard, who had come out in a hurry wearing only a robe over his pajamas, touched his forehead when he saw Erne sitting shamelessly in his living room.
“It’s not that late at night, so you’re already asleep?”
“You keep calling me ‘old man, old man’, but don’t you know that old people go to bed early?”
Gelard sighed deeply and drank the cold water the servant brought him.
“So your wife has been taken into custody by the police? Marquis Mosley will take care of it himself. Why did you come all the way here?”
“Would I have come to you if I had solved it? I came to you because I couldn’t.”
Something that is not even in one's fortune.
Erne came to ask for a favor. And to Gelard, no less.
Actually, he was thinking of going directly to the Emperor, but he thought that would be inefficient, so he gave up.
The Emperor cannot support either the Marquis of Mosley or the Marquis of Howard. He cannot ask them to release someone who has been accused of assault.
So Erne came to Gelard. This old man, who was a Count by title but was in fact the best knight in the empire, an honorable knight, and the leader of the First Order of Knights.
“Please vouch for me. If the old man, no, the captain, vouch for me, then Marquis Howard won’t be able to say anything.”
This old, squeamish man neither made nor accepted such a request. If such a man were to vouch for him, the Marquis of Howard would not be able to easily interfere.
“Your request is very stiff.”
“Tell me what you want. I’ll listen to it once.”
“What is that?”
“Anything.”
That was all Erne could offer at the moment. If it were Gelard, he would either make him do chores that required him to suppress his temper to tease him, or he would take him on a dangerous mission and use him.
"Do you love her?"
“...What? Did you just tell me that you love me?”
Erne looked at Gelard with an expression that said he had heard something he shouldn't have heard. He also furrowed his thick eyebrows.
“You’re so young, you’re already deaf? Your wife, do you love her?”
“Are you old?”
No, what kind of question is that? Erne couldn't hide his shock.
When I asked her to get rid of someone who was wrongfully arrested, why are you talking about love?
“That’s what I’m saying when a guy who never asked me for a favor in his entire life suddenly comes to me and bows his head because his wife was taken away.”
“When did I ever bow my head?”
“It’s the same as being asleep.”
Gelard now seemed interesting.
“People really need to get married. Even guys who seem like they’ll never grow up are growing up.”
“That’s the thing young people hate the most these days.”
“I know, you punk.”
Gelard drank the cold water like it was alcohol.
“But why are you so anxious when you don’t even love her? From what I’ve heard, it seems like you could get out after being investigated in the police station’s iron bars for a week or so.”
That's right. No matter how much Marquis Howard interferes, with this much evidence, Judith won't end up in prison.
The security forces' iron bars are better than the prison, and since Marquis Mosley will take good care of her, it won't be too hard.
But Erne couldn't sleep comfortably with Judith in those iron cages.
Because I love her?
That can't be it. This feeling of guilt, responsibility, debt, something like that, that can't keep Judith in it.
Those feelings arise because he puts others in danger and makes them suffer because of him, but he is of no help at all. Yes, it was because of those feelings.
“So, will you do it or not?”
“I will do it.”
Gelard put down his cup and looked at Erne.
“Not because you’re pretty, but as a reward for the arthritis medication. You know, the one your wife sends me every time I run out of medicine?”
The thought that it was all a business ploy to not lose customers rose to the tip of his tongue, but Erne swallowed it.
“Then let’s go.”
“What, where, the police? Now? At this hour? Wait until morning, you punk.”
As soon as the dawn broke, the security force was in an uproar. It was because of the First Knight Commander. Gelard, who was tormented by Erne’s nagging, left his mansion at daybreak and arrived at the security forces.
“I will vouch for Judith Harrington.”
He left with just one short, simple word. But it was enough. Judith was released around noon to sign some papers and sign a promise to return for further examination at any time.
“Did you get some sleep?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep.”
As she left the police station, Judith shook her hunched shoulders.
“I’m so upset and angry that I need to sleep.”
Cain brought her food and a warm blanket, but she couldn't sleep at all. Because of that annoying guy who accused her of assault for giving him a shoulder massage.
“Thank you anyway, Erne. You must have had a hard time persuading the Knight Commander.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to ask for a favor than to ask for a favor, Miss Harrington?”
“How much did you spend on the bribe? Tsk. If you really did it, you would have gone to His Majesty.”
Judith pouts as she climbs into the saddle. Erne sits behind her and takes hold of the reins.
The street was crowded, so they couldn't go fast. Judith's eyelids kept drooping at the sound of the horse's hooves, which were slow and clacking.
It's because of Erne. She felt relieved again by the familiar body heat touching her back. She shouldn't be living like this, letting her guard down.
However, Judith's head kept bending forward and to the side, due to the hardness she felt behind her.
“Hold on tight, I’m going to pick up the pace from now on.”
“...”
“What, are you sleeping? Miss Harrington, we’re almost there, so go and sleep when you get there.”
Erne frowned at the sound of Judith's breathing, who had fallen into a deep sleep. What if she fell off the horse while dozing off? Erne hugged Judith's waist with one arm.
“I guess I shouldn’t go home quickly.”
How can she avenge this humiliation on the lord? Judith, who was pondering, found a bottle of medicine in her robe pocket. It was the very medicine that the lord had been drinking when he had a seizure.
'What kind of illness could it be?'
Judith went to Beichi with the medicine. She gave him the bottle and told him about the symptoms that the lord had shown. He answered without hesitation.
“It’s drowning disease.”
“Drowning?”
“Yes, it’s a disease where you feel pain like you’re drowning.”
It was said to be a disease in which symptoms of seizures suddenly appeared as if one was suddenly suffocating as if falling into deep water.
Although it was not life-threatening, it was an incurable disease.
“The cause is unknown, but I know it is a disease that people who live near the sea usually get. But you said that the symptoms subsided as soon as he took this medicine?”
Judith nodded. As soon as he drank the medicine, the lord looked as if he had found relief.
“I’ve never heard of a medicine that is effective for drowning disease.”
Drowning disease is a rare disease even among people living near the coast, so not much research has been done on it.
So the treatment method was at a standstill, but the medications known on the market were said to take effect within 3 to 5 minutes after taking them.
So, that means no medicine has an immediate effect.
“Hmm.”
Beichi opened the bottle and sniffed.
“They used Bulan.”
“Bulan?”
“Yes, would you like to try it?”
Judith held the vial to her nose. An exotic yet familiar scent wafted out. Something like the smell of cosmetics, yes, it smelled like coriander.
“Bulan has a strong scent, so no matter what medicine you use it with, its scent is not obscured. It is an extremely precious herb. It is not found in the empire, so it can only be used if imported.”
However, it was said to be very expensive because it was a medicinal herb that was difficult to obtain even in the exporting kingdoms.
“It seems to be very effective.”
“Well, if you eat it alone, it doesn’t have much effect. When you mix it with herbs that have conflicting effects, Bulan really shows its value.”
After that, Beichi continued to praise Bulan, but Judith could barely understand the many technical terms and terms he used, such as herbs. But she knew one thing.
The herb is a rare and expensive imported herb, and it is needed to make medicine for the upper class.
“You worked hard in the police force, so why don’t you try getting some compensation from the head of the police?”
“That’s what I’m saying when a guy who never asked me for a favor in his entire life suddenly comes to me and bows his head because his wife was taken away.”
“When did I ever bow my head?”
“It’s the same as being asleep.”
Gelard now seemed interesting.
“People really need to get married. Even guys who seem like they’ll never grow up are growing up.”
“That’s the thing young people hate the most these days.”
“I know, you punk.”
Gelard drank the cold water like it was alcohol.
“But why are you so anxious when you don’t even love her? From what I’ve heard, it seems like you could get out after being investigated in the police station’s iron bars for a week or so.”
That's right. No matter how much Marquis Howard interferes, with this much evidence, Judith won't end up in prison.
The security forces' iron bars are better than the prison, and since Marquis Mosley will take good care of her, it won't be too hard.
But Erne couldn't sleep comfortably with Judith in those iron cages.
Because I love her?
That can't be it. This feeling of guilt, responsibility, debt, something like that, that can't keep Judith in it.
Those feelings arise because he puts others in danger and makes them suffer because of him, but he is of no help at all. Yes, it was because of those feelings.
“So, will you do it or not?”
“I will do it.”
Gelard put down his cup and looked at Erne.
“Not because you’re pretty, but as a reward for the arthritis medication. You know, the one your wife sends me every time I run out of medicine?”
The thought that it was all a business ploy to not lose customers rose to the tip of his tongue, but Erne swallowed it.
“Then let’s go.”
“What, where, the police? Now? At this hour? Wait until morning, you punk.”
***
As soon as the dawn broke, the security force was in an uproar. It was because of the First Knight Commander. Gelard, who was tormented by Erne’s nagging, left his mansion at daybreak and arrived at the security forces.
“I will vouch for Judith Harrington.”
He left with just one short, simple word. But it was enough. Judith was released around noon to sign some papers and sign a promise to return for further examination at any time.
“Did you get some sleep?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep.”
As she left the police station, Judith shook her hunched shoulders.
“I’m so upset and angry that I need to sleep.”
Cain brought her food and a warm blanket, but she couldn't sleep at all. Because of that annoying guy who accused her of assault for giving him a shoulder massage.
“Thank you anyway, Erne. You must have had a hard time persuading the Knight Commander.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to ask for a favor than to ask for a favor, Miss Harrington?”
“How much did you spend on the bribe? Tsk. If you really did it, you would have gone to His Majesty.”
Judith pouts as she climbs into the saddle. Erne sits behind her and takes hold of the reins.
The street was crowded, so they couldn't go fast. Judith's eyelids kept drooping at the sound of the horse's hooves, which were slow and clacking.
It's because of Erne. She felt relieved again by the familiar body heat touching her back. She shouldn't be living like this, letting her guard down.
However, Judith's head kept bending forward and to the side, due to the hardness she felt behind her.
“Hold on tight, I’m going to pick up the pace from now on.”
“...”
“What, are you sleeping? Miss Harrington, we’re almost there, so go and sleep when you get there.”
Erne frowned at the sound of Judith's breathing, who had fallen into a deep sleep. What if she fell off the horse while dozing off? Erne hugged Judith's waist with one arm.
“I guess I shouldn’t go home quickly.”
***
How can she avenge this humiliation on the lord? Judith, who was pondering, found a bottle of medicine in her robe pocket. It was the very medicine that the lord had been drinking when he had a seizure.
'What kind of illness could it be?'
Judith went to Beichi with the medicine. She gave him the bottle and told him about the symptoms that the lord had shown. He answered without hesitation.
“It’s drowning disease.”
“Drowning?”
“Yes, it’s a disease where you feel pain like you’re drowning.”
It was said to be a disease in which symptoms of seizures suddenly appeared as if one was suddenly suffocating as if falling into deep water.
Although it was not life-threatening, it was an incurable disease.
“The cause is unknown, but I know it is a disease that people who live near the sea usually get. But you said that the symptoms subsided as soon as he took this medicine?”
Judith nodded. As soon as he drank the medicine, the lord looked as if he had found relief.
“I’ve never heard of a medicine that is effective for drowning disease.”
Drowning disease is a rare disease even among people living near the coast, so not much research has been done on it.
So the treatment method was at a standstill, but the medications known on the market were said to take effect within 3 to 5 minutes after taking them.
So, that means no medicine has an immediate effect.
“Hmm.”
Beichi opened the bottle and sniffed.
“They used Bulan.”
“Bulan?”
“Yes, would you like to try it?”
Judith held the vial to her nose. An exotic yet familiar scent wafted out. Something like the smell of cosmetics, yes, it smelled like coriander.
“Bulan has a strong scent, so no matter what medicine you use it with, its scent is not obscured. It is an extremely precious herb. It is not found in the empire, so it can only be used if imported.”
However, it was said to be very expensive because it was a medicinal herb that was difficult to obtain even in the exporting kingdoms.
“It seems to be very effective.”
“Well, if you eat it alone, it doesn’t have much effect. When you mix it with herbs that have conflicting effects, Bulan really shows its value.”
After that, Beichi continued to praise Bulan, but Judith could barely understand the many technical terms and terms he used, such as herbs. But she knew one thing.
The herb is a rare and expensive imported herb, and it is needed to make medicine for the upper class.
“You worked hard in the police force, so why don’t you try getting some compensation from the head of the police?”
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