Chapter 131: Just Show the Result. (5)
“Cough! Gasp!”
Rosalyn, with her eyes glazed over, kept spitting blood.
Even though Belinda and Wendy had eased their grip, she no longer struggled or tried to escape.
She simply slumped, only letting blood trickle from her mouth.
“Enough… you crazy bastard….”
Murmuring faintly, Rosalyn eventually drooped her head.
Belinda shouted urgently again.
“Young Master!”
“I know, it’s almost over.”
Ghislaine used a small amount of mana to wrap and protect the torn mana road.
Leaving mana within someone else’s body risks a collision with their own mana.
But there was no other choice now.
During his mercenary king days, he had occasionally treated people this way in urgent situations.
It wouldn’t get worse than it already was.
“Ha…”
Ghislaine released the hand he had been holding. The treatment was as far as it would go. Even if he wanted to continue, he simply couldn’t.
“Young Lady! Young Lady!”
As Ghislaine stepped back, the butler and servants rushed over to Rosalyn’s side.
The butler, spitting out all the blood pooled in his mouth, screamed with furious eyes.
“What kind of treatment is this! Are you trying to kill the Young Lady!”
Spitting blood meant something inside her was wrong. What on earth did fixing her face have to do with tossing her insides?
‘It must stop. At this rate, the Young Lady’s life is in danger!’
“I’ll tell the Marquis! Stop here!”
“That’s not possible.”
“Stop it! This cannot be tolerated any longer!”
Even with the butler causing a scene, Ghislaine didn’t blink an eye.
Instead, he coldly retorted.
“Are you above the Marquis?”
“W-What did you say?”
“If the Marquis allowed it, who are you to tell me to stop?”
“N-No, but….”
“Either way, the Young Lady won’t last long in this state. If you don’t want to witness her untimely death in her youth, don’t interfere.”
“That’s absurd! And even if that were true, what’s it to you!”
Ghislaine simply laughed to himself.
“Why wouldn’t it matter? There’s a lot on the line with this situation.”
“Is it here?”
“Yeeek!”
The butler had no authority to stop this situation. All he could do was vent his anger.
Ignoring the noisy butler, Ghislaine applied cosmetics to Rosalyn’s face.
Even while reapplying the mask, she showed no response.
She was simply lying there, breathing shallowly and blankly.
Looking down at her, Ghislaine spoke in a troubled voice.
“The treatment can’t stop now.”
The inside of her body was in disarray. If they stopped now, her condition would be even worse than before treatment began.
Whether they succeeded or failed, they had no choice but to go all the way.
*
Before the next treatment began, the butler stormed off to find the Knight Commander.
“He’s a dangerous one. He doesn’t seem like the type to surrender easily, even if he fails. Those rumors about him being a reckless fool aren’t baseless. I’d better prepare thoroughly before an incident occurs.”
The butler resolved to ensure that, in case of an emergency, they could quickly subdue Ghislaine and her team.
“Sir Toleo! Do you have a moment?”
“Oh, what is it?”
Marquis Branford’s Knight Commander Toleo greeted the butler politely.
Even though his official rank was higher, he could not casually ignore the butler, who was a trusted aide of the Marquis.
With his usual expressionless face, the butler spoke.
“I have something to say about the person treating the lady.”
“What do you wish to say?”
“It seems we need to strengthen our preparations.”
Toleo questioned with a puzzled expression.
“Weren’t soldiers already deployed in case things went wrong?”
“That might not be enough. Please increase the mansion’s security and lend us some knights.”
“Hm, isn’t that a bit excessive?”
The butler shook his head and explained the situation.
Hearing that the young lady had coughed up blood, Toleo’s expression grew serious.
“Even if Baron Penris is a reckless fool, his followers are veterans who have experienced war and come out victorious.”
“It was just a small skirmish on the borders.”
“Call it an old man’s intuition. Some of them look quite spirited, and they don’t seem to be intimidated by the Marquis’s presence either.”
The butler warned in a solemn tone.
“Hm, perhaps the northern villagers may be unfamiliar with this place… but I understand. I’ll make sure the mansion is surrounded tightly so they can’t escape. And I’ll have some capable ones stationed closely.”
“Thank you. Then I’ll go back to attend to the young lady.”
As the butler turned to leave, Toleo silently gestured. Seeing the signal, four knights naturally followed the butler.
From that point onwards, the mansion’s security was strengthened further.
Not even a single ant could escape.
*
As Ghislaine was about to enter Rosalyn’s room again, the butler returned with the knights in tow.
Seeing that, Ghislaine smirked and asked.
“Planning to interfere?”
“If it becomes dangerous, I’ll intervene immediately.”
“Interfering during treatment would put the young lady’s life at risk, so think wisely.”
“If you interfere, the Young Lady’s life will be in danger, so make your judgment wisely.”
The Butler gritted his teeth.
When healing with Mana, no one must touch anything.
In other words, during that time, the Young Lady was practically a hostage.
Ghislaine entered the room, ignoring the Butler’s reactions.
Rosalyn was sitting on the bed, leaning her upper body with no spark in her eyes, just gazing blankly into space as if lost in thought.
Ghislaine spoke to her nonchalantly.
“I will begin the treatment. You need to endure this one too.”
Belinda and Wendy approached Rosalyn, looking as if they were on the brink of death.
Just as they were about to grab her as usual, Rosalyn finally spoke up.
“Wait a moment.”
The two stopped in their tracks, looking at Ghislaine as if asking what to do.
Ghislaine nodded slightly, signaling them to step back.
“Do you have something to say?”
“I have a question.”
“What is it?”
“This treatment… Could I die?”
Ghislaine fell silent for a moment, then nodded calmly.
“Yes, that’s correct. If you can’t endure it, you could die. It won’t just end with mere pain.”
Her casual tone ignited rage on the faces of the Butler and the Knights.
How dare they hide the fact that one could die and proceed with treatment in this place!
‘Don’t think for a moment that you’ll get away with this.’
The Butler’s lips twitched, and he took a deep breath.
On the other hand, Rosalyn simply nodded without saying a word.
What a ridiculous situation. Rejecting treatment to avoid death, yet here they were saying she might die.
Her father granted permission without even asking for her opinion.
And this so-called doctor in front of her insisted on proceeding despite her reluctance.
“However… If I don’t receive this treatment, I’ll die anyway, right?”
“That’s also correct. Your body is getting weaker, and soon, it will become hard for you to move.”
She snickered at Ghislaine’s response.
“You sound like a fraud, making it hard to believe you.”
“You don’t have to believe me; it’s still the truth.”
Ghislaine had no intention of trying to convince her.
No matter how many times people are told that they will die in the future, they simply don’t believe it.
“I won’t ask why you’re risking your family and life for this; after all, you must want something from my father, and you’re using my illness for that, right?”
“I won’t deny it.”
“But… can I really endure this treatment? I almost died earlier, after all?”
“If you have the will, you can endure it.”
That didn’t mean she should just blindly rely on mental strength to get through it.
She had endured this treatment in her previous life. A more primitive, more painful, and longer-lasting one, at that.
She definitely had the potential to withstand it, but it wasn’t showing right now.
Rosalyn chuckled bitterly and asked, “So if I can’t endure it, I die?”
“Very likely, yes.”
“What about putting me out cold while you do it?”
“Then you are at an even higher risk of dying.”
If the treatment proceeded while she was unconscious, her breath could suddenly stop.
She must remain awake and endure it with her own will.
“…Talking is easy, huh? How long has it been now?”
“It’s been three days.”
“Three days, just three days…”
Only three days had passed.
So that means I have to keep this up for ten more days, right?
Just thinking about it was horrifying.
“Then before we start, let’s check if you’re okay. I still feel terrible; is it really okay to proceed with the treatment?”
Ghislaine nodded, approaching her.
He pulled the chair next to her as usual and took hold of her wrist.
Closing his eyes, he slowly let mana flow, carefully examining her condition.
‘It’s not too bad.’
The first aid seemed to have worked as her status was relatively okay. It was bearable enough to grit his teeth and endure.
‘The atmosphere is a bit different than usual. Has her mindset changed since there’s no way out anyway?’
It would be great if she would just stop resisting and trust him.
Time was a bit tight, but if Rosalyn could just hold on, full recovery wasn’t impossible.
‘I hope today goes smoothly.’
Other people might not know, but Ghislaine was drained every time he treated her.
This method of treatment consumed an enormous amount of focus and mental energy.
Just as Ghislaine was slowly withdrawing the mana and about to let go of her hand, Rosalyn slipped her free right hand under the large pillow next to her.
“Hmm?”
Too absorbed, Ghislaine had missed the motion and looked up late.
The elegant dagger in Rosalyn’s hand quickly plunged toward his temple.
“Young Master!”
“Lord!”
“Ugh!”
At that moment, Belinda, Gillian, and even the nearby butler gasped and shouted.
Thud.
Ghislaine lightly caught the dagger between his fingers and looked back at his followers.
“What? Why?”
“Uh… Just be careful.”
“Come on, do I look like someone who would fall for such an attack?”
Rosalyn gritted her teeth and said.
“You can make cosmetics, handle mana, and it looks like you’ve mastered swordsmanship… Seriously, a doctor who knows how to do everything!”
Ghislaine shrugged, acting all nonchalant.
“I’m quite versatile, you know.”
“Last warning. Stop this nonsense treatment. This isn’t treatment; it’s torture.”
“Your illness requires this kind of treatment.”
“Treatment? If we keep this up, I’m really going to die!”
The two stopped talking and glared at each other.
The people around them were at a loss on how to handle the standoff.
‘…Hmm?’
Ghislaine looked into Rosalyn’s eyes concealed by the mask and thought it was actually a good thing.
Her eyes shimmered with intent to kill and madness.
Ghislaine broke into a peculiar smile and spoke.
“Isn’t it ironic that the one who doesn’t want to die is always holding a knife at my bedside?”
“…”
“Honestly, isn’t it true you don’t want to live like this? You’re just waiting for the chance to end it, aren’t you?”
“…”
Rosalyn’s lips twisted strangely. Her eyes were still gleaming with murderous intent.
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