I Did a Good Job For the Villain's Early Education - Chapter 46.2
Chapter 46.2
“We had a slight… conversation.”
His long eyes narrowed. Her fourteen-year-old brother wasn’t easily fooled.
“What’s her name? Age? Where is she from?”
“Oh dear. What is your name?”
“Khan. No, Micha. Uh, right now…. What was it again?”
“Sister!”
“These things happen. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“Ah! Sedna. Sedna.”
“See? It’s Sedna.”
His grey eyes, resembling their father’s, darkened. His usually cheerful older sibling and a mysterious woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. Sananeth rubbed his face with his hands and said through gritted teeth, “Sister. You really expect me to believe this?”
“Sananeth, Sananeth.” Avel beckoned him closer. Reluctantly, her younger brother approached, and Avel whispered, “Free. Labor.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sananeth. We don’t have a spare room ready yet, but would a room without much sunlight be alright?”
“Yes.”
“Sedna… Doctor? Should I call you Doctor? Marke, could you please show them around?”
“Yes, young master. Doctor, this way.” If the young lady and master welcomed them, who were they to object?
“We look forward to working with you.”
“Let’s have lunch together.”
“Let’s talk later.”
The remaining staff offered brief greetings and left.
“Then I’ll be going, too.”
“Have a good day, Sana.”
Once Sananeth left through the front door, the only ones remaining were Avel and—
“Oh my goodness, Avel! What’s all this about? A resident physician?”
Noltie, arriving late, was the only one left. The middle-aged woman, suffering from a hangover, rubbed her puffy eyes and grumbled, “Why? What could possibly be wrong with young people like you?”
“Sananeth was sick just recently.”
“At your age, that sort of thing clears up quickly. You shouldn’t rely on medicine so much!”
“….”
“If you have that kind of money, you should have contacted a tailor! Or a dress shop! Don’t you know? You’re at the age to start dressing up!” A newly purchased necklace adorned her wrinkled neck. Her mother’s younger sister had a knack for maxing out her allotted budget.
“I don’t need to dress up. I’m naturally radiant, like an angel sent from heaven.”
“Don’t get complacent just because you’re young. Look at your aunt. What do you think? I suit this mansion, don’t I?” Noltie craned her neck and stretched her lips into a smile. Instead of arguing, Avel simply offered a polite smile.
“Lovely. That’s why I’m relieved.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Because hiring a physician is costing sooo much money, aunt, your upkeep budget is about to be reduced.”
“Wh-what?”
“Fortunately, you look sooo good in this mansion! Even with a smaller budget, it won’t be a problem at all!”
Before Noltie could process the sentence, Avel turned gracefully and walked away. Screams demanding an explanation echoed behind her, but well. That wasn’t Avel’s concern.
***
The thousand-year-old physician properly fulfilled her role. Taking good care of not only Sananeth but also the staff’s chronic ailments, she quickly integrated into the mansion.
“Where’s Sananeth?”
“I gave him his medicine. He said he’ll be going.”
“It’s not like the world will end if he misses a day of the academy.” His diligence was baffling. Brown eyes glanced at the wrinkles on her rounded forehead before speaking.
“My lady.”
“What? Why are you calling me that?”
“Everyone does.”
“Call me whatever you like. Is there something else?”
“Let’s go save some people.”
“Ah.”
There were two ways for Sedna to end her life: kill ten thousand people or save ten thousand people. Sedna had said the criteria for “saving” was too vague, which was why she’d resorted to killing.
‘I guess your judgment really does decline after living for a thousand years.’
Studying medicine for such a long time just to overcome a fear of blood was insane to begin with.
“People.”
“Alright, just a moment.”
In any case, Avel’s proposal to Sedna had been simple.
‘Come with me. I’ll help you die, the saving-people way.’
‘Alright.’
‘You can also be our family doctor while you’re at it.’
‘Alright.’
‘You can sleep and eat here, too. I’ll give you clothes. You don’t need a salary, right?’
‘Alright.’
It had been a loose, effortless decision, not even a second of hesitation.
