I Did a Good Job For the Villain's Early Education - Chapter 46.1
Chapter 46.1
“Because I have no hobbies! My judgment gets clouded! All I think about is killing people! Ugh!” Her beautifully styled hair fell into disarray. After pacing anxiously, Avel took a deep breath and asked, “Why did you stay put all this time?”
“I’m afraid of blood.”
“…Huh?”
“Afraid of blood. I worked at a clinic to try and get used to it. I even got certified.”
“For a thousand years?”
“Ever since everyone I knew died.”
‘What is this? This is insane.’
Though the topic was rather heavy, Avel didn’t even blink. Facing her thousand-year-old ancestor, her little head spun faster than ever.
“You said you haven’t killed anyone yet?”
“This would be the first.”
“Are you still afraid of blood?”
“Not really……”
“Be honest.”
“Just a little.”
“Oh?” Avel continued her questioning. “You said you worked at a clinic. So you must have seen patients directly?”
“Very occasionally.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Nowhere.”
“Do you have any close friends?”
“They’re dead.”
“Perfect.” The calculations fell perfectly into place. Her face, as she looked at her ancestor, a head taller than herself and a thousand years old, was undeniably sly. If you want something, you have to go get it yourself. Especially an opportunity that falls right into your lap!
“Excuse me, Your Highness.”
“What.”
Her heels lifted slightly. Standing close beside the prince, Avel lowered her voice and whispered her plan.
“…Will this be alright?”
His composed face wavered slightly. His deep green eyes, fixed solely on Avel, didn’t stray elsewhere.
“Will you be alright? She’s…”
“Oh, I’ll win.”
“I suppose you will. …Do as you please.”
“Are you really sure?”
“Am I what?”
“If Your Highness isn’t comfortable with this, I’ll reconsider. Another suitable opportunity will come along eventually.”
Cheza’s expression turned somewhat subtle before he asked again, “Are my feelings important?”
“Right now, they’re my top priority.”
‘But please, for the love of all that is holy, be genuinely okay with this!’
Situations this perfect were rare. Avel hid her anxiety as she gazed into his clear blue eyes.
“This is better for me too.”
“Then…”
“Do as you wish.” At his clear, unreserved permission, her plump cheeks lifted in a wide smile.
***
Early morning. The sole mansion of the Delaphion Barony. Having gathered everyone, Avel announced in an exceedingly cheerful tone, “Now, everyone, please greet our new resident physician who will be working at our mansion.”
The staff employed at the Baron’s mansion wasn’t numerous. One cook. Three servants. One gardener who visited bi-weekly. The previous owner of the mansion had employed over fifty live-in staff, but the Delaphion’s circumstances weren’t so fortunate.
‘Money would have been better.’
The enormous mansion was nothing but a white elephant. Even with the royal knight’s salary, it was tight just paying the five staff members each month.
If they were going to give them the mansion, they should have sent along the people to manage it too. Avel lamented the king’s lack of sense.
The dilapidated mansion cost money just to maintain.
‘And I spent a fortune recently, too.’
Four people weren’t enough to manage it, so Avel had to dip into her own secret funds. With things like this, having a resident physician, like other mansions, was a pipe dream.
She desperately wanted one, especially for the frequently ailing Sananeth, but after crunching the numbers, she had to give up because she couldn’t afford the salary!
‘Not anymore, though!’
Avel smiled brightly and gripped the arm of the person beside her.
“She’ll be staying at the mansion, so please take good care of her.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too…”
‘Where did this house suddenly get the money?’ was the common thought among the staff, but no one dared to voice it. Except for the son of the house—and the one who held the purse strings.
“Sister, what’s all this about?”
“Exactly what I said. Are you coughing a lot at the academy, too?”
“I’m fine. No, I mean, we can’t afford a live-in physician, and suddenly… is she even qualified?”
“She have a license. I even checked with the association, just in case.” Even Avel hadn’t known that she’d acquired licenses for different eras. Apparently, she’d studied medicine to overcome her fear of blood and had diligently kept up with her continuing education.
“You didn’t threaten her, did you?”
