Theano carefully examined the herbs the man had handed him.
He rubbed his thumb and index finger to check if the grass was dry and smelled it to check its condition.
Eamon Gill, who was sitting across from him and looking at him with anxious eyes, began to speak, touching the corners of his mouth.
“The moinipul and belladonna I brought this time are the best of the best, My Lord.”
“Of course it should be. It’s to treat Her Majesty the Empress Dowager’s illness.”
Theano asked, closing the wooden box containing the herbs with a loud slam.
“What happened to the Heenultari I mentioned last time?”
"I'm looking for it, but it's not easy to find what My Lord is talking about. I've sent out herbalists everywhere, so it'll be there soon."
“There’s no time. Come right now.”
As Theano growled lowly and stared at the man, Eamon leaned back slightly and scratched his face.
"But it's not something you can find quickly just by rushing. Well... maybe if we release more herbalists into the mountains."
What the merchant wanted was simple and obvious.
At Eamon's words, Theano twitched his mustache, but there was no other way.
To cure the Empress Dowager's illness, the flower petals of the hibiscus were needed, and only after she got out of bed could he return home.
The Empress Dowager's illness, which was thought to be simple, was more serious than expected.
Because she was old and had a weak constitution, she had difficulty getting up even with mild symptoms.
'By the way, I'd like to know how things are going.'
Even while he was in Austria, Theano thought of Ravielli all the time.
If only it could cure her frigidity, he wouldn't mind giving the midwife any more money.
However, since he had come to Austria before he could even begin the instructions the midwife had given him, he had no way of knowing if they would be effective.
'But I can't send a letter, so it's embarrassing.'
Theano was a man of great inwardness, but he was also a man who was always afraid that his inner self would be revealed.
Before he could fully trust the man who suddenly came to him claiming to be his son, entrusting him with such an important task also prevented Theano from fully concentrating on his medical practice.
But when he thinks of those cold, yet expressionless, hazel eyes, an inexplicable trust blossoms within me.
Theano wondered if it might be a tenacious and cunning bloodline.
He had no intention of accepting Lucian Meyer as his son from the beginning. He intended to leave his vast wealth and title entirely to the child born to Ravielli.
While away, forced to leave her and the mansion in Lucian's care, Theano was consumed by the desire to hold her child in his arms.
What a man of perfect intellect and a woman of radiant beauty could create would be the most noble thing on earth.
It was clear that the perfect life form would be the only one that could be trusted.
Only when he leaves his child a heavy title and a vast inheritance to support it will he find the peace he dreams of.
“My Lord, if you are finished speaking, may I rise?”
What broke his long reverie was Eamon's somewhat excited voice.
“That’s right... But what’s going on?”
Eamon was a pharmacist whom Theano always did business with, but because he was doing so much business, there were times when he felt dissatisfied.
Theano wanted Eamon to focus solely on herbs, and he was willing to do anything that would make money.
But even though he was extremely busy, he put everything aside on the days when he traded herbs with Theano.
He came running to Theano, no matter where he was. He tried to meet every demand of the demanding doctor, and that was the only reason Theano continued to do business with Eamon.
But today was the first time that Theano had tried to get up before he had even finished gathering the herbs.
“Oh, it’s not like it happened.”
Eamon blushed suspiciously and scratched the back of his head.
“Actually, I came to see a woman, My Lord.”
"Woman?"
Theano asked back in a twisted voice at the unexpected words.
“Yes, I heard she works at the Lumion Temple... I don’t know about anything else, but I heard she’s quite pretty.”
Eamon smiled awkwardly and put more strength into the hand that was scratching his head.
It was only then that Theano realized how insensitive he had been to people.
Come to think of it, he was already well past the age of marriage. But Theano didn't even know if he had a family or children.
“Ah... You came here to do something very important.”
It was unclear whether it was because more than half of his thoughts were occupied by Ravielli, or whether he was simply curious about the merchant he had known for a long time.
But somehow, he was curious about the woman Eamon would meet.
"I'm so glad you found a good partner and started a family. So, what kind of woman is she?"
Eamon hesitated and found it difficult to continue speaking in response to Theano's question.
It was rare to see a merchant who had been through all kinds of hardships show his true feelings on his face.
It really piqued Theano's curiosity.
“What kind of woman is she that you are so hesitant?”
“No... I didn’t know I would be having this conversation with you, My Lord.”
Then he continued speaking with a pretended, determined expression.
"My Lord, I've always wanted to meet a woman whose hair is somewhere between silver and gold. But as you know, finding a woman with such beautiful, golden hair is not easy."
Platinum blonde hair is rare and usually comes only from noble families.
Theano smiled inwardly, thinking of Ravielli.
If he were to talk about Ravielli's beauty, his mouth would be sore.
The one thing he lacks is power, nor fame, nor enough wealth to last a lifetime.
A woman of youth and beauty was already in his hands.
He was about to give him some advice that no matter how hard you try, it's not easy to find a woman like that.
“But what did I find this time?”
At Eamon's words, Theano's mustache twitched slightly.
"Yes?"
“Yes, I heard she was a maid who worked at the temple.”
"Maid?"
“Ah... My Lord. I don’t care if she's a maid or a janitor.”
Eamon, who had said that, licked his lips once and muttered cautiously.
“All I want is a woman with fair skin, platinum blonde hair, and red lips.”
He was about to say that there was no way such a beautiful woman could be a maid.
The face of the woman he had encountered at the temple on his first day in Austria appeared in Theano Meyer's mind.
Large pupils, pale skin, a prominent forehead, and, crucially, rare platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.
There was definitely a woman who looked remarkably like Ravielli Lewin.
'Could it be that woman?'
"My Lord, I actually met that woman once. I don't know if I should say this, but I've never seen such a lovely woman in my life. I wanted to kneel down and lick her feet right then and there."
“...”
“If she allows it. No, really, she has no other choice.”
“But how did you find out that woman?”
Eamon smiled faintly at Theano's question.
"I know her father well. He's a drunkard who never lets a bottle of alcohol out of his mouth. He's also a gambler, and he's in massive debt, and he's being hunted by loan sharks."
It was when Theano narrowed his eyes as if to ask what that had to do with the blonde woman.
"Of course, he owes me a debt. It's so much that he could never repay it in a lifetime of working."
"So?"
One of the reasons Eamon was able to make money and expand his business was that he was extremely afraid of money.
He was extremely meticulous with his money, no matter the amount. He never spent much, but he also knew how to make money.
One of them was usury.
"I happened to learn that Herzen had a daughter. He claimed they'd parted ways when she was young, and he didn't even know if she was alive or dead, so I sent someone to investigate. She was in the temple dedicated to Lumion."
Eamon seemed to have a gentle and kind impression because he dealt with many people, but in fact, he was a more cunning and mean person than anyone else.
“So that’s what happened.”
It seemed that Eamon was already completely in love with her.
“Her name is Levrian, My Lord. Levrian Ruzel... Every night, when I lie down and think of her, I can’t control my lower body.”
Eamon, who had said that, rubbed his nose and lowered his head as if he thought he had been reckless.
“I apologize, My Lord.”
“It’s okay.”
Theano thought carefully about the maid whom he could trust, even if she were Ravielli's sister.
It seemed as if God had left her with only beauty and given her the worst circumstances. Of course, it was all God's will, but it seemed incredibly cruel to a woman.
“Anyway, I definitely plan to take her back to Rotten.”
“Yeah, good luck.”
Emon nodded with a confident expression.
He rubbed his thumb and index finger to check if the grass was dry and smelled it to check its condition.
Eamon Gill, who was sitting across from him and looking at him with anxious eyes, began to speak, touching the corners of his mouth.
“The moinipul and belladonna I brought this time are the best of the best, My Lord.”
“Of course it should be. It’s to treat Her Majesty the Empress Dowager’s illness.”
Theano asked, closing the wooden box containing the herbs with a loud slam.
“What happened to the Heenultari I mentioned last time?”
"I'm looking for it, but it's not easy to find what My Lord is talking about. I've sent out herbalists everywhere, so it'll be there soon."
“There’s no time. Come right now.”
As Theano growled lowly and stared at the man, Eamon leaned back slightly and scratched his face.
"But it's not something you can find quickly just by rushing. Well... maybe if we release more herbalists into the mountains."
What the merchant wanted was simple and obvious.
At Eamon's words, Theano twitched his mustache, but there was no other way.
To cure the Empress Dowager's illness, the flower petals of the hibiscus were needed, and only after she got out of bed could he return home.
The Empress Dowager's illness, which was thought to be simple, was more serious than expected.
Because she was old and had a weak constitution, she had difficulty getting up even with mild symptoms.
'By the way, I'd like to know how things are going.'
Even while he was in Austria, Theano thought of Ravielli all the time.
If only it could cure her frigidity, he wouldn't mind giving the midwife any more money.
However, since he had come to Austria before he could even begin the instructions the midwife had given him, he had no way of knowing if they would be effective.
'But I can't send a letter, so it's embarrassing.'
Theano was a man of great inwardness, but he was also a man who was always afraid that his inner self would be revealed.
Before he could fully trust the man who suddenly came to him claiming to be his son, entrusting him with such an important task also prevented Theano from fully concentrating on his medical practice.
But when he thinks of those cold, yet expressionless, hazel eyes, an inexplicable trust blossoms within me.
Theano wondered if it might be a tenacious and cunning bloodline.
He had no intention of accepting Lucian Meyer as his son from the beginning. He intended to leave his vast wealth and title entirely to the child born to Ravielli.
While away, forced to leave her and the mansion in Lucian's care, Theano was consumed by the desire to hold her child in his arms.
What a man of perfect intellect and a woman of radiant beauty could create would be the most noble thing on earth.
It was clear that the perfect life form would be the only one that could be trusted.
Only when he leaves his child a heavy title and a vast inheritance to support it will he find the peace he dreams of.
“My Lord, if you are finished speaking, may I rise?”
What broke his long reverie was Eamon's somewhat excited voice.
“That’s right... But what’s going on?”
Eamon was a pharmacist whom Theano always did business with, but because he was doing so much business, there were times when he felt dissatisfied.
Theano wanted Eamon to focus solely on herbs, and he was willing to do anything that would make money.
But even though he was extremely busy, he put everything aside on the days when he traded herbs with Theano.
He came running to Theano, no matter where he was. He tried to meet every demand of the demanding doctor, and that was the only reason Theano continued to do business with Eamon.
But today was the first time that Theano had tried to get up before he had even finished gathering the herbs.
“Oh, it’s not like it happened.”
Eamon blushed suspiciously and scratched the back of his head.
“Actually, I came to see a woman, My Lord.”
"Woman?"
Theano asked back in a twisted voice at the unexpected words.
“Yes, I heard she works at the Lumion Temple... I don’t know about anything else, but I heard she’s quite pretty.”
Eamon smiled awkwardly and put more strength into the hand that was scratching his head.
It was only then that Theano realized how insensitive he had been to people.
Come to think of it, he was already well past the age of marriage. But Theano didn't even know if he had a family or children.
“Ah... You came here to do something very important.”
It was unclear whether it was because more than half of his thoughts were occupied by Ravielli, or whether he was simply curious about the merchant he had known for a long time.
But somehow, he was curious about the woman Eamon would meet.
"I'm so glad you found a good partner and started a family. So, what kind of woman is she?"
Eamon hesitated and found it difficult to continue speaking in response to Theano's question.
It was rare to see a merchant who had been through all kinds of hardships show his true feelings on his face.
It really piqued Theano's curiosity.
“What kind of woman is she that you are so hesitant?”
“No... I didn’t know I would be having this conversation with you, My Lord.”
Then he continued speaking with a pretended, determined expression.
"My Lord, I've always wanted to meet a woman whose hair is somewhere between silver and gold. But as you know, finding a woman with such beautiful, golden hair is not easy."
Platinum blonde hair is rare and usually comes only from noble families.
Theano smiled inwardly, thinking of Ravielli.
If he were to talk about Ravielli's beauty, his mouth would be sore.
The one thing he lacks is power, nor fame, nor enough wealth to last a lifetime.
A woman of youth and beauty was already in his hands.
He was about to give him some advice that no matter how hard you try, it's not easy to find a woman like that.
“But what did I find this time?”
At Eamon's words, Theano's mustache twitched slightly.
"Yes?"
“Yes, I heard she was a maid who worked at the temple.”
"Maid?"
“Ah... My Lord. I don’t care if she's a maid or a janitor.”
Eamon, who had said that, licked his lips once and muttered cautiously.
“All I want is a woman with fair skin, platinum blonde hair, and red lips.”
He was about to say that there was no way such a beautiful woman could be a maid.
The face of the woman he had encountered at the temple on his first day in Austria appeared in Theano Meyer's mind.
Large pupils, pale skin, a prominent forehead, and, crucially, rare platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.
There was definitely a woman who looked remarkably like Ravielli Lewin.
'Could it be that woman?'
"My Lord, I actually met that woman once. I don't know if I should say this, but I've never seen such a lovely woman in my life. I wanted to kneel down and lick her feet right then and there."
“...”
“If she allows it. No, really, she has no other choice.”
“But how did you find out that woman?”
Eamon smiled faintly at Theano's question.
"I know her father well. He's a drunkard who never lets a bottle of alcohol out of his mouth. He's also a gambler, and he's in massive debt, and he's being hunted by loan sharks."
It was when Theano narrowed his eyes as if to ask what that had to do with the blonde woman.
"Of course, he owes me a debt. It's so much that he could never repay it in a lifetime of working."
"So?"
One of the reasons Eamon was able to make money and expand his business was that he was extremely afraid of money.
He was extremely meticulous with his money, no matter the amount. He never spent much, but he also knew how to make money.
One of them was usury.
"I happened to learn that Herzen had a daughter. He claimed they'd parted ways when she was young, and he didn't even know if she was alive or dead, so I sent someone to investigate. She was in the temple dedicated to Lumion."
Eamon seemed to have a gentle and kind impression because he dealt with many people, but in fact, he was a more cunning and mean person than anyone else.
“But I never imagined that his daughter would be so beautiful. So I told Herzen that if he gave her to me, I'd pay off all his debts.”
"How could such a scum of a man have such a beautiful daughter? Herzen said she had already given her consent and just needed a little time to settle things. Ah, of course. It would be difficult for her to leave immediately."
“Her name is Levrian, My Lord. Levrian Ruzel... Every night, when I lie down and think of her, I can’t control my lower body.”
Eamon, who had said that, rubbed his nose and lowered his head as if he thought he had been reckless.
“I apologize, My Lord.”
“It’s okay.”
Theano thought carefully about the maid whom he could trust, even if she were Ravielli's sister.
It seemed as if God had left her with only beauty and given her the worst circumstances. Of course, it was all God's will, but it seemed incredibly cruel to a woman.
“Anyway, I definitely plan to take her back to Rotten.”
“Yeah, good luck.”
Emon nodded with a confident expression.
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