Chapter 101 – Epilogue. One Day in Syro Maneline
The only health center in the city of humans, Riverhill.
The ‘Riverhill Public Health Center’ was crowded with many people even today.
From the person who came with a body suffering from a mild cold last night.
Even the person who is rushed to be transported with a broken one somewhere.
The lobby on the first floor of the Riverhill Public Health Center, where you can hear the sounds of sickness from here and there, and various patients are being assigned healers.
In the center was a long line of people.
It was none other than the line in which patients with mild symptoms were assigned a healer in a subordinated order.
One person. Two people. Patients are assigned healers, and the line is getting smaller.
A boy poked his head at an employee of the hospital administration department alone without a guardian.
“Ah. Are you here alone?”
“Yes!”
The staff at the hospital administration peeked out his head and examined the little boy.
Judging by the way you dress, commoner. Lower class as well.
There was no special trauma visible to the naked eye.
It’s probably a cold.
Even if it wasn’t this boy, there were frequent cases of young children visiting without a guardian.
If you’re busy earning money and you can’t leave it in the hands of other acquaintances, you have no choice but to do so.
Besides, medical insurance was good for the lower classes, so there was no need to come with money in one hand.
Name. Age. After asking where you live.
The hospital staff asked the boy about his symptoms.
“Where does it hurt?”
“My throat is sharp.”
“My throat is sharp… And?”
“I keep getting a runny nose.”
Typical cold symptoms. Well, it’s because the temperature difference between day and night has gotten worse these days, so it’s common to catch a cold.
At this level, it would be enough to assign a level 3 healer.
The hospital staff looked back and looked at the list of healers.
Healers who are currently assigned patients will have a yellow light,
It was a list with a green light coming on when the break was about to end or when there were less than two patients in charge.
An office worker who was fiddling with a connector for contact while looking at a room with a third-class healer.
In the list in front of him, only yellow lights were lit.
‘…Fucked. Is Baron Maneline available now?’
Inevitably, a second-class healer had to be assigned.
The office staff first checked whether the room at ‘Shiro Maneline’ was empty.
Usually, when a patient with such a minor symptom was sent up, the bad-tempered healers often cursed at them, asking if they had to do this on their own.
Occasionally, male employees were dragged and secretly raped.
But if it was Baron Maneline, there was no need to worry.
Angel among angels.
A healer who never misses the top spot in the unofficial popularity ranking of the hospital staff.
If it were her, she would be able to get through without much trouble even if she left this little child in her care.
His fingertips went to the connector leading to Baron Maneline’s room.
“Kid. Go to room 303.”
“Yep.”
“Ah. Go to the third floor and find it. You can read numbers, right?”
“I know. Thank you.”
Nodding, the boy with his head lowered answered with a snoring sound, then strode up the stairs.
No. 303. No. 303.
3rd Floor. 3rd Floor.
I went up the stairs while repeating myself in order not to forget.
A small boy arrived on the third floor before he knew it.
“Found.”
Fortunately, room 303 was the third room on the stairs, so he immediately caught his eye.
After passing the crowd of patients in the hallway, a small hand knocked on the door of Room 303.
This is because his father taught him dozens of times to behave politely in order not to be criticized outside.
—Smart tock
“Come on in.”
“Yep!”
The boy answered vigorously and opened the door and entered the room.
A room with a dull interior that can look quite monotonous. On the other side of the desk sat a woman who was yawning as if she was tired.
“Ummm…!”
His gray hair His, bathed in the morning sun, shimmered beautifully.
Like a crow that found a jewel, the boy’s gaze landed on it.
“Hmm… Don’t stand still and come this way.”
“…Ah, yes…”
The boy felt his heart tickle slightly.
He was too young to learn love.
Because he was not old enough to know the excitement.
I knew enough about what the word ‘pretty’ meant.
“Did you come because you have cold symptoms?”
“Yep!!”
After answering more vigorously than before, he vigorously walked in front of Shiro.
It was the first time I had come alone without my parents, but that didn’t mean I was coming to the health center for the first time.
The boy sat down on the chair with a familiar movement and turned the chair around to show his back to Shiro.
This is because the last time I came back with a cold, I remembered that a level 3 healer told me to do this.
“Ah. Don’t turn around and face it. They say you have symptoms of a cold.”
“Yep!”
I feel like I’m just saying the same thing.
How are you?
The boy swung his legs and looked at Shiro again.
And what he faced was scarlet eyes that were more beautiful than the sunset he looked up at from the alley.
He thought he had never seen a woman prettier than his mother.
“Your body is on the warm side. Maybe it’s because you’re young? Your hands might be a little cold.”
“Yep!”
Shiro’s soft hand touched the boy’s scruffy neck.
“Cure.”
Words that looked similar to the ones he had heard the other day were heard, and immediately after that, a warm sensation wrapped around the boy’s neck.
Maybe you shouldn’t swallow your saliva? A boy who maintains a straight posture while thinking that to himself.
He pretended not to look, but kept looking at Shiro’s face his.
Exactly.
She was a prettier woman than her mother.
“Are you okay now?”
“Yes! It’s okay! Huh!”
Maybe it’s because my neck has gotten better?
Shocked by a louder voice than he expected, he covered his mouth and looked at Shiro’s face blankly.
I was wondering if I would get angry if my spittle popped out.
She was just smiling softly.
“Hands down. Now I need to treat my nose too.”
“Oh, I see!”
The same chant is heard again this time.
The same warm sensation passed through the bridge of his nose.
I have no idea what the principle is.
Men couldn’t handle mana.
All I could tell was that it was warm.
“There’s a tissue next to you, so use it… Is your nose okay now?”
“…Yes! Thank you, Healer!”
“What? It’s my job. Ah. Take this candy.”
“…Ah, candy…”
A small piece of candy was handed over to the palm of the boy’s outstretched hand.
Judging by the packaging, it’s probably orange-flavored candy.
I didn’t like the taste very much.
Because my father always bought me strawberry-flavored candies, saying ‘men are strawberries’.
It tasted unmanly.
“Bye.”
“…”
It wouldn’t be polite to ask for a change.
The boy sniffed, blew his nose on a tissue, glanced back, then bowed his head and exited the room.
As if the meeting that had just happened was a lie, the hallway was full of patients of all kinds.
All that remains is a round candy in the palm of your hand.
It must be true that the pretty and kind older sister wasn’t a dream just a moment ago.
Hopefully even this candy isn’t a lie.
As the boy headed for the stairs, he peeled the orange peel and dumped the candy inside into his mouth.
“…Yum.”
I knew it.
It tasted like orange.
***
“It’s a fortress.”
“Uh.”
“Aren’t the bed sheets better than before?”
“Ah. I see what you mean.”
The maid’s palm made a light clap.
It was because he had been thinking the same thing lately.
I didn’t think much of Baron Maneline’s having sex slaves.
Afterwards, she thought it was a little odd for a sex slave to take over as her secretary her, but she could and she let it go.
Occasionally, there were stories like novels about a nobleman who fell in love with a sex slave and bought her her status her and married her.
That’s why Veles’ existence was not so special.
To put it mildly, it’s about ‘to see this with my own eyes’.
Perhaps Baron Maneline also somehow happened to fall in love with her sex slave her.
So far, there were only stories that could somehow nod their heads.
Just one thing.
Except for the bed sheets that get damp every night.
“Did you clean yesterday?”
“Uh. This time I got lucky with the lottery draw so I got it in a week…”
“What? I only did this week for 3 days in a row, but you bastard is a problem…”
“Shh.”
Swish,
The maid’s head turned toward the dining room, and she started talking again.
“You’re eating right now, so don’t make a lot of noise. Anyway… Feeling less wet than before?”
Said the maid, leaning against her wall and crossing her arms her.
“About a month ago? They said it was really ridiculously wet that day.”
“Right. At that time, while you were washing up, you called the others to change the mattress too.”
“Wow, even when I cleaned a week ago, I wondered how much I sweated to be like this. Yesterday was a little different.”
“It’s a bit smaller than before. How was yesterday?”
“…There were hardly any water marks?”
“Huh? Didn’t you?”
“Isn’t there something strange? You went into your room right after work as usual.”
“Hmm…?”
What does this mean?
According to the experience of the last 3 days, there were plenty of water marks in the middle or at the end of the bed every day.
The center of it is probably Veles’ sweat and semen.
The tip is probably the drool shed after being eaten by the baron for a long time.
It is true that the amount has decreased compared to before, but that does not mean that it has completely disappeared.
It seems like yesterday that I didn’t want to touch another man’s bodily fluids, so I ran to the laundry room with his fingertips picking up the bed sheets…
“Hmm.”
In other words, neither of them were present.
“You said you didn’t? It couldn’t be.”
“I mean. You had sex without skipping a day, so there’s no way you did it only yesterday.”
“…Did you do it on the floor after a long time?”
“Ah. That’s not it. I also thought about that and asked to find out where it was wet, but there was none at all.”
“…What?”
At first, it was one of trivial small talk, but now that it has happened, interest has been piqued.
This kind of reasoning game was so precious to them because they had no chance to contact others outside the mansion unless they were on vacation.
“I would have done it. There are only water marks.”
“Did you just go back after yesterday?”
“There’s no way that’s the case. He came out to eat four hours after work.”
“You came out a little earlier than usual.”
“But it’s a little strange that the water stains have significantly decreased.”
What is it
Where and what did you do for 4 hours so that the water marks almost disappeared?
In the midst of two maids melting time with useless reasoning.
“Hit!”
Suddenly, a short, high pitched sound was heard.
Woman’s voice. Direction to the restaurant.
If you’re a woman in a restaurant right now…
Syro Maneline.
“It looks like you even bit your tongue.”
“You must be sick.”
Her moaning her didn’t even give them any hint.
