I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 235
Gripping the herbs, Iruel gestured toward the Baron’s servant standing near the doorway.
“You there! The one blessed with the divine gift of two strong legs!”
“M-Me?”
The servant flinched and straightened his back in surprise.
“Yes, you! With those mighty legs of yours! Hurry to the manor and fetch a healing potion—the one imbued with divine magic. Now, run!”
For a brief moment, the servant stood dumbfounded before quickly snapping to attention and dashing toward the manor.
Ah, damn. I should’ve asked him to bring a spoon too.
Iruel turned to call after him, but the servant had already disappeared, sprinting at full speed.
Well, too late now.
Moving quickly, Iruel rushed to the table by the entrance, where Baroness Inferna had placed water bottles and cups for the people.
He poured water into a cup and infused it with his magic. As the liquid rapidly heated, he tossed in the herbs.
“Two scoops of Cytiro, one scoop of Biorna!”
For a brief moment, it felt as if Dr. Fertina’s voice echoed in his ears.
Fertina… that woman was truly strange.
A small smirk crept onto Iruel’s lips as he thought of her. Then, lifting his gaze, he called out,
“Hey, you.”
“Y-Yes?”
“You, come here.”
Iruel crooked his finger at the apothecary, who was still scrambling to gather his gold.
Flustered, the man hesitated before cautiously approaching.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Iruel grabbed the emblem pinned to the man’s coat and yanked it off. The force of it tore the fabric along its seam.
“Ah! W-what are you doing?!”
“I need a stirring stick, and this will do just fine.”
As expected, there was a pin attached to the back of the emblem.
Removing the pin, Iruel stretched it with magic, elongating it into a makeshift stirrer.
Ugh… The fact that this was once stuck to some middle-aged man’s chest is disgusting, but whatever.
Recalling Fertina’s movements as best as he could, Iruel continued preparing the medicine.
Just then, the sound of panting reached his ears.
“Lord Iruel! I’ve brought the healing potion!”
“Oh.”
The servant had returned, holding the potion. Fortunately, since the manor was small, the trip hadn’t taken too long.
As soon as the bottle was opened, an overwhelmingly foul stench filled the air—enough to make anyone gag.
But Iruel had no time to hesitate.
“Here you go.”
Cooling the now-heated mixture with magic, Iruel handed the completed medicine to the woman.
“Give it to your child.”
The woman hesitated for a moment before taking the cup with trembling hands. Carefully, she brought it to her feverish child’s lips.
The effects didn’t take long.
The child, who had been struggling to breathe between painful coughs, finally began to breathe easier.
Clap, clap, clap—
Applause rang out through the storage room.
Turning his head, Iruel saw Baroness Inferna, who had been watching with her arms crossed, now clapping her hands together.
That was all it took—the rest of the gathered crowd quickly followed suit.
Cheers and relief.
The cold, tense air inside the storage room was soon replaced with a wave of gratitude and celebration. Everyone rejoiced at the child’s recovery while also hoping that Iruel would extend the same mercy to them.
As Baroness Inferna approached, she leaned in close and whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
“Hey, little brat.”
“Yes, Madam?”
“Do you remember the letter Rufus left me?”
How could he forget? He’d been curious about what message Rufus had left for the Baron.
With a small smirk, Baroness Inferna whispered something into Iruel’s ear.
The moment he heard her words, Iruel’s eyebrows shot up like the lid of a boiling pot.
“Seriously?”
His incredulous gaze met the Baron’s, who merely nodded before slapping him on the back.
Stumbling forward, Iruel cleared his throat and straightened up.
“Listen well!”
His loud proclamation silenced the murmuring crowd.
Gaining confidence from their attention, Iruel raised his voice even more.
“From now on, anyone who needs herbs may take as much as they require! You don’t need to pay a single coin!”
…Is what Lord Rufus ordered me to say, everyone.
Of course, he left out that last part.
After all, only the important bits needed to be heard.
The moment Iruel made his declaration, the crowd erupted into cheers.
People shouted with joy, bowing repeatedly in gratitude.
Ignoring the utterly dumbfounded apothecary, Iruel turned to the Baron’s servants and ordered them to distribute Cytiro and any other necessary herbs freely to those in need.
