I became the sick nobelman

Chapter 97 - Blackwater (1)

"...Ha."

Fran couldn't stop the sigh from examining Ruel.

He appeared to have rolled his body's health backward once more.

She felt sympathy for the weight he lost again until she opened the door and saw Ruel.

'Let's calm down, the Lord has just come back, hasn't he? He must be fatigued.'

Fran barely held on to the string of reason and slowly cut the bandage wrapped around Ruel's stomach.

However, as soon as she saw a wound about the size of three fingers, Fran got up from her seat.

She was wandering around in that state, going to the banquet.

For a moment, it seemed as if her eyes went dark.

"Absolutely stable! It's definitely stable! I'll go to Mr. Billo myself and tell him that I am resigning! Clearly, I am not needed!"

"Sister, deep breath, deep breath!"

Tierra was busy calming Fran by the side.

"I bet Billo is busy right now?"

Ruel smirked.

Billo was very busy in his absence, it was no joke on his part.

He hadn't even heard of the injury yet, but it was obvious that he would nag him to take a break from work.

Fran took a deep breath with great difficulty as her face turned red with anger.

Cassion looked at her pitifully.

"How in the world, how, no, why did the patriarch get hurt like this?"

"It just happened."

It was a very light remark compared to the wound he suffered.

Fran sighed deeply and sat down again.

"I know that the escort of the Lord is Sir Aris. As a doctor, I think there is a clear justification for scolding his failure to protect you."

"It's my fault, so tell me."

Huh.

Fran was at a loss for words.

He was covering for the escort rather than scolding him. He was too soft.

What if something like this is repeated?.

Fran cut off all unnecessary words and curses, intending to speak only to the extent that she could without insulting a Lord.

"Sister, calm down."

Tierra rubbed Fran's shoulder, which looked like it was about to explode.

"Covering for them doesn't mean the wound will go away. I say this because this could happen again."

"I wasn't covering it up, I was telling the truth."

Fran closed her mouth tightly.

She was more angry at his calm attitude.

Ruel was the head of the household.

There were always numerous escorts around him.

But the enemy broke through the escorts and wounded Ruel.

There must have been something she couldn't imagine that occurred.

Fran did not ask for any more reasons for the injury.

"Who did the suture?"

"Originally the surgeon did it."

"I'll sew it up again. The wound itself is complex, so the suture was not properly performed. As a result, there are signs that the wound has burst again."