He glanced up and down at the woman.
"What's going on?"
"This is related to Her Highness the Grand Duchess. I think Your Excellency should know..."
The woman who had been talking with a stiff face suddenly turned pale and closed her mouth. It was only when he saw the reaction that he realized that he had shown signs of threatening.
Barcas narrowed his eyebrows. It was clear that the wrong prescription this woman had given to his wife was a mistake.
The fact that she had carefully used medicine against her repeatedly refusing medical treatment, was also confirmed by the testimony of several servants and assistant magicians.
This woman was punished for her mistakes, and therefore, there was no reason to set the date any longer.
Barcas, who had calmed down, asked in a blunt voice.
"What should I know?"
"Her Highness..."
The woman, who was nervously pursing her lips, looked around anxiously. Apparently, she was worried about the eyes of those around her.
He gestured to the small drawing room located near the kitchen.
"Follow me."
Entering the dark room, Barcas put down a tray of food on the shelf and looked back.
The woman, who had been standing by the door and wandering around the drawing room, finally spoke again.
"I heard from the maids... It is said that Her Highness the Grand Duchess hasn't period for quite some time. Judging from her recent symptoms, I think she must have a child."
For a moment, he couldn't understand the meaning of what the woman said.
The healer began to fire rapid-fire cannons at him, who was frozen in a daze.
"However, Her Highness's exclusive healer didn't say a word about her. I know it's not under my control... In the early stages of pregnancy, there were many things to be aware of, and I thought it was important for Your Excellency to know as soon as possible. There are many outstanding midwives in Calmore, so I would like to call them and see them as soon as possible..."
"Wait."
He grabbed his throbbing head with one hand and hurriedly interrupted the woman's words.
A rough voice came out of his tight throat.
"So, my wife is pregnant?"
"Looking at the recent state of the charge, it is probably a high probability..."
Barcas wet his dry lips.
His wife's face, which had been limp and unbearable a few days ago, flashed through his mind. He also remembered the image of her suddenly squeezing food.
In an instant, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his eardrums became blocked.
He frowned, looking down at his faintly trembling hands. He couldn't understand why his body reacted this way. Didn't he hug her without knowing it would happen?
If you put a bull in heat in a pen with a cow, a calf will be born a few months later. That was the providence of nature.
Isn't it strange that he didn't notice it earlier?
"Thank you for letting me know. I'll call the midwife right away to check."
After giving a mechanical answer, Barcas immediately stepped through the door
As he was about to leave the room, he remembered the promise he had made to her, so he turned around and picked up the tray.
Then he suddenly thought that this might not be enough.
It seemed that he should bring more food for her to the kitchen. As he turned around, thinking about it in a daze, the healer hurriedly called him over.
"I would like to say one more word to Your Excellency."
He looked down at the woman with an annoyed face, not wanting to hide his annoyance.
The woman, who had been showing signs of withdrawal for a while, immediately met his firm eyes.
"Give me one more chance to serve Her Highness the Grand Duchess."
He looked stunned.
When he remembered that his wife was unconscious after vomiting blood, he still wanted to hang this woman upside down.
He only put up with it because he knew it was too much to give to a vassal who had served the Grand Duke family all her life.
If it weren't for the subtle protection of his servants, who asked her to do the chores of the treatment center rather than kick her out, he would have issued an order for deportation.
He spat it out coldly like a wild dog exposing his teeth.
"Do you think that your fault will be made up for this much?"
"How could it be? I don't even dream of returning as Her Highness the Grand Duchess's exclusive healer."
The woman hurriedly bowed down with a tired face.
"It's just... I just want you to use me as an assistant healer. If you allow me to go under the person in charge of Her Highness the Grand Duchess and act as an assistant, I will do my best to ensure that the same thing never happens again."
"No, I can't. Do you intend to leave my wife in the care of someone who made a fatal mistake..."
Barcas, who had been talking a little roughly, suddenly shut up.
In any case, this woman had a reputation as the most outstanding pharmacist in the East.
In fact, even high-ranking priests did not decipher the poison of a monster that they could not use for a few days.
If even one problem arises that a wizard or priest cannot handle, this woman may be helpful.
Above all, it was difficult to leave Thalia completely to a wizard from the Taren family. If you have a person from the Grand Duke by your side, you won't be able to do anything nonsense.
Barcas, who quickly gathered his thoughts, clicked his tongue and said.
"Yes. I'll allow you to return to being an assistant."
A sense of relief flashed across the woman's face. He stared at her quietly and added.
"But if my wife refuses, you'll go back to the end of the treatment center."
"I'll keep that in mind."
The woman lowered her head with a darkened expression. Apparently, she remembered Thalia's fierce attitude towards her. However, it was not for him to intervene to let her guard down. If she didn't have that level of resourcefulness, she would have to do chores at the treatment center as before.
Barcas turned his feet around.
He was going to hire additional magicians to take care of Thalia anyway. It would be a good idea to have the High Priest reside in Raedgo Castle.
This is somewhat against the principle, but if he offers to expand the church building, the high priest will not refuse.
If he lets the clergy stay in the castle under the pretext of providing shelter while the construction is in progress, he can use divine magic in case of emergency.
Rolling his head violently, Barcas let out a long breath that he had been holding back only after he reached his sleeping place.
His heart, which had never been disturbed even after running nonstop for half a day, was beating rapidly. If it was anything related to her, his body was always out of control.
He used to hate that feeling unbearably. When he was with her, he always felt like he was fighting with himself. He wanted to cut out those precarious eyes that make him feel what he doesn't want to feel and want what he doesn't want.
When did you get rid of that Idea?
"I... I knew. You're coming to save me... I knew."
He hurriedly pushed away the memory that flashed to him.
When Barcas thought about that moment, he had a feeling that something inside him wouId be irreversibly seriously damaged.
He pulled the doorknob to drive away all the distractions that had filled his mind.
As Barcas entered the room, a dense fragrance filled his lungs. At some point, he inhaled her body odor, which had permeated his bedroom, and crossed the space with warm lights. When he approached the side of the bed, he saw her lying in a circle.
He put down the tray on the shelf and sat down by the bed. When he put the back of his hand on her stained cheeks, he felt a lukewarm heat.
Is this also a common reaction in the body of a woman with a child?
Barcas looked at her complexion with a worried look, and her long eyelashes, which had been drooping, rose upwards.
"...Are you here now?"
Her blue eyes, which had not yet gone away from drowsiness, captured him clearly. She rubbed her eyes with her fists and yawned softly.
"Did you bring what I asked for?"
Just drinks...
A voice that was so tight that it sounded awkward to his ears came out.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice anything strange.
Thalia, who leaned against his side, demanded it as if it were a matter of course.
"Then come and feed me."
Then she raised her head and gently parted her red lips like roses.
Barcas, who was looking down at her with his body stiff, clutched his glass and held a sour liquid in his mouth.
As he wrapped her soft cheeks around his hands and carefully fed her the drink, his body became hot as if it were a ball of fire.
He hugged her and lay down on the bed. Then, he remembered the healer's words that she should be careful in the early stages of pregnancy, and he barely regained his senses.
"...Why don't you do it today?"
As he held her body in his arms, which had been exhausted by a mild fever, he was catching his breath, but she gave him an anxious look.
He caressed her rosy cheeks and muttered.
"You have a fever. I'm not going to do anything until you're okay."
"I'm fine..."
Barcas closed his dizzy eyes for a moment and then opened them.
"It's not okay."
He let out a sigh and swept down her soft waist, which was less than a handful.
Maybe there is his child in this.
As Barcas pondered the fact that he couldn't really feel, he looked into the face that was dozing off again.
When she wasn't frowning, Thalia looked just like a little girl. Her youthful appearance made his heart sink as if it had turned to lead.
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