I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 15
Chapter 8.1
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“Yes, because I’ll lose it soon enough anyway.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because that’s how it’s always been.”
When he was younger, there were fleeting moments when he could feel warmth.
Whether by drinking hot cocoa, sitting by a fire, or using a heating device crafted by a mage.
But the sensation never lasted long. Soon enough, the warmth would fade, and he’d feel nothing again.
There’s nothing more painful than losing something after you’ve experienced it.
After that, Lucion had given up hope.
It was his way of coping.
“It’s okay. This time, it’s real.”
“Haah, you’re impossible.”
That’s my line, you stubborn young master.
After a little more back-and-forth, Edith was worn out. She rested her head against Lucion’s back, causing his shoulders to slightly twitch.
‘I must be heavy for him.’
Maybe I should get down…
“Why are you squirming so much? Stay still, it’s annoying.”
“Okay.”
She obeyed, nestling her head against his back as Lucion quickened his pace.
Edith stared at his sweat-drenched neck before closing her eyes.
Oddly enough, her heart was pounding.
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The infirmary was once again filled with a strange smell, likely from Simon making medicine.
Lucion grimaced as he set Edith down, already accustomed to the scent.
“Simon, take care of her knee.”
Simon jumped, his eyes widening when he saw the blood-soaked handkerchief.
“What on earth happened?! How did these delicate knees get so injured…?”
“She just took a little tumble.”
Edith scratched her head awkwardly. Having others fuss over her injuries still felt strange.
As Simon pulled out some disinfectant and began treating her knee, he asked,
“Not that he would, but there’s no way Master Lucion did this, right?”
“Watch your mouth, Simon.”
Lucion snapped, narrowing his eyes. Edith quickly waved her hands, trying to defuse the situation.
“No, I fell on my own. If the young master hadn’t helped me, I’d still be lying in the garden.”
“See? I’m drenched in sweat from carrying her. It’s so hot, I feel like I’m dying.”
Lucion threw off his jacket and shook out his shirt.
“You’re sweating…?”
Simon stared at Lucion’s sweaty forehead, gaping in disbelief.
And rightly so—up until now, Lucion had only ever broken out in cold sweats.
And now he was saying he was hot?
Lucion paused, exchanging a glance with Edith. Simon followed his gaze, looking at her too.
Confused by their stares, Edith tilted her head.
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Tch, it’s because you’re so heavy.”
“I told you I was heavy.”
“Pig.”
“Pig?! I’m not that heavy!”
“Yes, you are.”
Simon chuckled at their childish banter, but the smile slowly faded from his face.
‘They’re going to make my ears bleed.’
He was really hoping they’d leave already. Simon cut in and said,
“You two seem to be getting along quite well.”
“Is your vision going bad, old man?”
“Simon, maybe it’s time for a new pair of glasses.”
Crack, Simon’s glasses slipped, turning crooked on his face.
As they teamed up to tease him, Simon adjusted his glasses and let out a chuckle.
There was a lot of meaning behind that laugh.
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As Edith limped back to her room with her bandaged leg, Becky let out a shriek.
“Miss Edith! Your precious hands and legs…! This is unacceptable!”
“Unacceptable? What are you talking about?”
“I’m going to dig up every stone in that garden!”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
“Master Lucion! Look at this! Such a small body with such a big wound!”
Lucion, unimpressed, gave Becky a quick glance as she dramatically clutched her chest before looking down at Edith.
“Hey.”
Edith, trying to calm Becky down before she went off to find a shovel, looked up.
“You’re not going to take lessons anymore?”
Lucion asked, recalling the mage who had come by earlier to apologize before leaving.
Edith scratched her cheek, embarrassed.
“Yeah, that’s how it turned out.”
“So, are you coming back to the library tomorrow?”
“Yup. Looks like I’ll be bothering you again, young master.”
Now that the mage had quit and her lessons were canceled, she planned to follow Lucion around again, just like before.
Lucion fiddled with his bangs, pretending not to care.
“I won’t be at the library tomorrow, so don’t bother waiting around. Come in three days.”
“Three days? Why?”
“Busy.”
Edith blinked, startled by his gruff reply.
In the past, he would have said something like:
‘Do I need to explain everything to you? Mind your own business.’
He would’ve snapped at her angrily.
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