Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

31 – Episode 31

Perhaps I felt like I was lying on the bed in the health room like last time.

Although he is lying face down, he can look around, so he looks around.

There are more people lying around me than I thought, as if there were a lot of injured people this time around.

A little bit of a day had passed, the moon was in the sky, but it was neither night nor morning, but dawn like a light shade.

And the reason it happened was simple.

Because the old man in white clothes I had never seen before was poking at my wounds.

Thanks to this, I wake up at dawn with unpleasant sensations.

“Ugiik..?”

“…Well, you woke up. I was going to take care of it ASAP while I was sleeping.”

He pulls his iron skewer off my back and yells loudly.

“Kyle! Bring me a glass of strong wine right now!”

At that word, a young man who looks like an assistant pours out a glass of wine that smells sour, even though he is far away.

After I drank a glass and looked fine, the young man continued pouring me a glass of wine.

Thanks to that, I think I emptied five glasses. Even on an empty stomach.

“You’re an academy student, but can’t you hold on to your blood vessels with magic?”

“I… Hi! I can’t do that..High!..”

I get hiccups like crazy, probably because of the alcohol that came in at that moment.

The lukewarm dampness in a hazy mood is unpleasant.

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“Then you fed it for nothing, more blood would spill out.

Now put this in your mouth.”

He persuaded me to speak, and pulled out a thick cloth full of teeth marks from his arms and forcibly bit him into my mouth.

Without a chance to resist the subtle energy, the cloth enters my mouth.

I panicked and tried to spit it out when the old man shoved a filthy hot iron skewer into my back.

Then they wander like crazy.

I wonder if blood is gushing out like crazy, and my legs become lukewarm in an instant.

I tried to move my body because I couldn’t overcome the pain, but I couldn’t get strength in my arms and legs.

“It’s a mixture of a moderate paralytic and strong alcohol.

Don’t even think about moving, just bear with it.”

It was even more horrifying than I thought to have an iron skewer whipped around my body.

Around the time when I was about to go back because my eyes were being plucked.

“Eup! Wow!”

“Ah, I was around here. Oh, I found it.”

The old man picked up the bullet and pulled it out of my body.

He takes the small iron ball and looks at it, then throws it on the iron plate.

“I don’t know what kind of idiots they are, but they tried to assassinate with something like this.

I should have brought at least a small cannon to break through the spell.

Kyle, pour alcohol on the wound and cover it with a cloth. If someone who handles divine power comes, he will take care of everything.

I’m going to treat other patients.”

“Okay.”

And then, a young man named Kyle blew on the bottle once with the bottle he had handed to me, then poured the alcohol onto my back with a slightly reddish face.

“Ahhhhh..”

Then, he took out a piece of cloth that didn’t even look like it had been disinfected from his bosom, applied it gently around the wound, and poured alcohol once more.

A strong smell of alcohol fills the surroundings, making it almost intoxicating just by sniffing it.

Soon after, a woman holding her cane enters her room.

She then opened her mouth as she walked towards me.

With more embarrassing questions than I thought, rather than greetings.

“Are you a heretic?

I will be considerate of you if you are a heretic who feels damned to bestow the grace of the Lord.”

She also spat out the cloth from her mouth, but she had no energy left to open her mouth.

So, unable to answer, she just shook her head slightly.

“Hey, since the imperial family asked for treatment directly, it’s not like heresy.”

The woman begins to recite her spell.

Then the inside of her room was enveloped in light.

To the extent that her eyes were dazzled and blinded.

“Enenggi muse de šangnarao.”

Give us a share today.

Her whole body was energized at those words, and the blood that had stopped flowing began to flow like water.

But her head isn’t dizzy, as if a new heart had sprouted from her wound and was bleeding.

“Sini hese abkai dergide ainame yabubuci.”

If your will is done in heaven.

The blood that was pooled inside spurted out.

Her blood began to stain the bed, which had been dirty from her spilled alcohol.

“Geli abkai fejergide ainame yabubureo.”

May it be fulfilled under heaven.

It felt like it was coming back to normal from the inside of her body.

Because every time she breathed, she felt normal, not the sensation of being dizzy from the alcohol and not feeling the pain properly.

“Nememe muse be hacingga jobolon ci aitubureo.”

Also save us from every danger.

In a voice that gave goosebumps somewhere to be pious.

With a voice that sounds too soft to be afraid.

The woman recites her spell over and over again.

While reciting ancient words.

And when she finished her spell, her energy returned and the wound completely healed.

I immediately put my hand on the back and rub the wound.

There was not a single trace left.

“Phew, prayers are always hard to memorize. Did the treatment go well?”

Saying that, the woman brushed off the blood on the side of her blood-soaked bed and started checking my back.

And when I confirmed that she was well cured, I lightly punched her on the back.

“Well, it’s okay if you don’t lie down.”

I couldn’t see her face well because it was still dark at dawn, but I could still see the outline of her face in the fine light.

It was unfamiliar to see her wearing a white outfit with her entire body spattered in red blood and holding a thin, long cane, but it was Belita, Belita.

She is the face of the child I have seen many times in my dreams.

There, she just grew a little bit taller, and when the child grows up to be a girl, the place where she should come out just came out a little.

She sees my face and frowns at her.

Then, as if something came to mind, he started making a fuss and chattering like in the old days.

“Uh, uh! There’s something incredibly familiar about this face. Can I hear your name?

Oh, I’m not cheating! I don’t normally say things like this, but the real face is familiar!”

I laughed without even realizing it.

I haven’t said a word yet, but it doesn’t seem to be any different than before.

It’s just that the vague feeling of the old days comes to life and reminds me of life in an orphanage, so I felt complicated and subtle.

I think that’s why I laughed.

“Hey, why are you laughing alone without talking?”

When she got a little dissatisfied, it was the same as puffing out her cheeks and talking.

I said my name softly. Including the castle.

“Eric, Eric Breslau.”

“Uh, um. Eric…Eric Breslau…?”

How should I pretend to know?

Perhaps my appearance has changed beyond imagining compared to when I was in the orphanage.

I recognized Belita at once, but it turns out she didn’t recognize this kid.

Seeing that the child who was in the orphanage in the first place is wearing a priestly uniform, I have no idea what happened.

Has the duke taken any action after dealing with the person in charge and the orphanage director?

Belita puts on a serious face and stares at me intently, asking questions.

“Hey. Excuse me. That’s extremely rude.

It might be really just the name.

Have you ever lived in a slum?’

“…….”

While thinking about how to answer, Belita seems to have taken that as a negative meaning, and she repeats her words of sorry as she flounders her hands.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I swear to God I didn’t say that to insult you on purpose and with malice!

It’s just an insult that I resemble a friend I used to know and a lot, no, and a kid who lived in a slum. Hmm.”

It hasn’t changed the fact that he was flustered and talked indiscriminately.

“It’s been a while, Belita.”

Because it’s really funny, or because I’m happy right now, or maybe because she’s happy to see Belita, or because she’s the kid in the orphanage is fine.

Ah, what do you know? I don’t know, but her face blooms with a smile.

“What’s my name, um. Eric. You’re Eric.”

“Hmm, do you understand now? I just knew it as soon as I saw it.”

“It’s dark! It’s because it’s dark!”

“There is no change in making excuses.”

“Aik.”

Just now, in a stern atmosphere, a woman with the impression that she would hit her on the head with a cane even if she was told a trivial joke, was in front of her eyes, a girl who was embarrassed by the joke thrown around.

“It’s been a while, really. It’s been a very long time. I thought you wouldn’t see it.”

Naturally, she sits next to me.

Then I started looking around at my face.

“It was really, really Eric.

I thought he would be handsome when he grew up, but he was like that.

But it seems that my impression has changed a lot..”

When I looked around, thinking that the patients around me would say something if I made noise, they were all drunk and almost asleep.

Like it or not, Belita was excited and continued her story without stopping.

“So, by the way, Eric. How have you been?”

What should I say?

“Good enough.”

At those words, Belita gave a slightly slanted smile.

“Hmm, lies. Habits are the same.”