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Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Don’t come to the coronation at noon (9)

“… Don’t go…” His voice was so feeble. At his desperate call, she could not leave and sat down in the chair next to his bed. Standing by her all along, Lard turned his face from her. Looking out the window for a while, he opened his mouth when Dylan fell asleep again.

“It seems he wounded his hands like that while trying to put out the fire. Thanks to his efforts, they had more time to get out of the palace. As there was fire everywhere in the palace, they couldn’t bring it under control…”

“… ”

“… Are you going to stay by his side?” Lard asked. She couldn’t figure out why he asked, but she had the answer ready, regardless of his motivation behind such a loaded question.

“I think I need to change his gauze several times. I also need to grow several Bahazman trees. ”

“… I think I have to dispose of those trees then,” said Lard, looking at the Bahazman trees whose fruits she picked already. .

“Let me send Sir Dowain to you. He can help you.”

He got up as if to go back to the scene of the fire. She called him.

“Sir Schroder.”

At her call, she looked at his face silently, but she could not find anything proper to say to her.

She bowed her head without saying anything while moving her lips up and down several times.

“I will come back as soon as I’m done… Don’t worry. What is more important than the life and death of man? ”

Hearing that, she couldn’t tell whether he was talking about her growing the Bahazman trees at the Imperial Palace, or felt regretful about her decision to stay beside her former lover. Lard turned back and left the treatment room.

It wasn’t until midnight that Dylan came to his senses again.

It was when she changed the gauze wrapped around his arms for the third time andpoured the juice of Bahazman fruit into his mouth. Dylan swallowed it with difficulty.

“Are you conscious now…? ”

“…Have you been by my side all along?”

While blinking slowly, he saw her. She nodded a bit and fed him Bahazman juice again. He looked haggard before, but he was beginning to come back to life.

“This… ”

“It’s Bahazman juice.”

When she said that, his eyes turned to the potted plants lined to one side of the treatment room. The trees, which he heard only by rumors, were there in radiant light. Sir Dowain, who was picking the fruits from the trees, greeted him with a nod.

“Your arms got much better. ”

She began to unwrap the bandages carefully, as if she wanted to have him confirm the condition of his arms. Sir Dowain came near her and helped her with removing the bandages.

After she unwrapped all the bandages and removed the crushed Bahazman fruits, he confirmed that his skin looked much better. Although there were still marks of burns in some parts, his skin was remarkably better, compared with before.

Bahazman.

Although it was the fruit of life that saved the dying and revived dead flesh, she couldn’t find any case involving the treatment of such serious wounds or any record of the amount of Bahazman fruit needed, so she was not sure how effective the treatment would be.

When she removed the bandages, she realized that her concern turned out to be groundless. She witnessed incredible things. His wounded skin was replaced with new skin and his melted fingers and burnt skin were reconstructed. She could not know whether he would be able to use the sword again, but at least he would have no difficulty leading a daily life.

“I’m going to wrap the bandage one more time. I’ll make some more medicinal syrup, so drink it by tomorrow. You’ll be able to hold the sword like before… Yes, you certainly will.”

She didn’t say everything she wanted to,just smiled bitterly to convey her feelings.

Several hours later, Lard returned to the treatment room. Next to him was a knight of the 2nd Knights, who witnessed Wendy’s wonderful miracle at the scene of the explosion.

Seeing his familiar face, she greeted him.

“Miss Wendy, I will take care of Sir Dylan. You look very tired. So, please go and have a rest. ”

She didn’t respond to his suggestion and watched Dylan lying in bed. He was asleep again.

Then she glanced at Lard at the door and told the knight, “Okay, then. Hope he is in great hands.”

She handed him the bottle she had prepared for Dylan and told him how to administer it.

After asking Sir Dowain to dispose of the used Bahazman trees, she left the treatment room with Lard. Before leaving, however, she looked back at Dylan.

When she reluctantly took her eyes off of him and left, the other knights left behind chatted in front of the Bahazman trees. They also talked about the burnt Cheddar Palace, the number of injured people and the wonderful power of the Bahazman tree.

At that moment, Dylan’s closed eyelids opened. As if he wasn’t sleeping from the beginning, there was nothing like drowsiness in his eyes. He turned his head to the seat where Wendy sat. There was loneliness in his eyes. He looked at the seat for a long time, where he no longer found her warmth.

In the meantime, Wendy left Merihi Palace with Lard and handed him a cotton bag that he took carefully. It was quiet everywhere now, unlike the noisy surroundings during the day.

“This is the Bahazman fruit. Give it to the emperor. You never know when the emperor will be in danger… He had better take it little by little beforehand. ”

As she suspected that the poison of bentoxique mixed with cigars was related to the death of the emperor and prepared the Bahazman prescription for the new emperor.

“If the late emperor was poisoned by the bentoxique substance, I think it started after last spring. Even if he had been poisoned much earlier, I guess he would have been detoxified starting in the spring.”

“Why is that?”

“That’s what I thought of while growing the Bahazman tree today… You must remember that last spring they exhibited the Bahaman tree at Rajabude Museum, right? ”

“Of course, I do remember.”

“At that time, there were already several red fruits on it. Perhaps shortly afterwards they must have picked the fruits, and the fruits must have been delivered to the members of the imperial family.”

The fruits harvested from the Bahazman tree, the property of the Imperial Palace, were immediately returned to the emperor and his family. When the fruits were kept long, their medical effect diminished. They were very hard to keep, so they would have eaten the fruits immediately.

“If the emperor had taken the Bahazman fruit then, he would have been detoxified even if he had been poisoned before.”

Understanding what she explained, Lard nodded.

” I have one more thing to tell you.”

“Just go ahead.”

“You remember I told you last time that I heard a suspicious conversation between Duke Engre and someone before the palace fell, right?”

She told him about Earl Scholters that she saw at Sher Palace. She said his voice was the same as that of the man in question who had talked with Duke Engre.

“I initially wondered if I could identify the voice of the man even if I listened to his voice again. But I am confident that he was the same man.”

This time Lard nodded silently and asked Wendy not to worry any more because he would handle the matter.

“Before you leave, you’d better go and see the emperor. Why don’t you deliver the Bahazman fruit to him? ”

She agreed to his suggestion. The two headed for Kingbray Palace without mentioning Dylan, be it on purpose or not.

“Okay. So, what’s up? I can’t give you much time because I’m snowed under with work today. ”

Emperor Vatist von Benyahan, the crown prince’s father, said, taking a seat.

As he beckoned, the attendant on standby brought tea and put it on a tea table.

On the four corners and in the center of the table were engraved with unicorns and crowns with their hooves raised, respectively.

“Sit down.”

“Thank you.”

Waiting for the emperor’s permission, Duke Engre bowed and sat down opposite the emperor. The emperor cast a displeased glance at him. There was wariness in his subdued eyes.

“The scent of his tea smells good.”

The duke lifted the teacup and enjoyed the scent once. The sweet and bitter scent of tea wafted into his nose and replaced the scent of cigars that filled the room with it.

“I don’t think you have come to have tea with me. Tell me what business has brought you here.”

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