It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 6
This was probably more luxurious than anything I’d eaten even when my family was intact. Our estate had been on the outskirts of the Empire, after all.
‘If I get used to this, going back to monastery life will be miserable…’
Despite that thought, I ended up eating two plates of caramel crepes for dessert.
One of them had been Lionel’s, but he’d pushed the plate in front of me, so I pretended not to notice and ate it.
After finishing the meal, I felt both uncomfortably full and awash in a wave of self-reproach.
‘I can’t believe I gave in to sweetness.’
Still, it truly had been delicious—enough to make me forget all my troubles, if only for a moment.
As a token of gratitude for the caramel crepe, I spoke to Lionel, who had once again escorted me all the way back to my quarters in the annex.
“Your Grace, allow me to treat your wound.”
The blood had soaked through his bandages, staining his shirt and even leaving marks on his jacket.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll just take the special task fee of fifty silver.”
He looked at my outstretched hand for a moment before placing his own hand on top of it.
“…..?”
“…..?”
Why give me your hand? You should be giving me money.
After an awkward silence where we just stared at each other, I led him into my room.
Since it was a guest room for visitors of the ducal household, it had both a sitting room and a separate bedroom. The sofa, wide enough to sleep on, felt cramped with Lionel occupying it alone.
“Could you show me the wound?”
His red eyes, which had been scanning the room, turned toward me.
“It’ll be over quickly.”
It was probably the gentlest expression I’d shown since I followed him out of the monastery.
I’d seen many patients hesitate before receiving treatment, even those who sought it out. Sometimes it was because of the financial burden it would place on their family, or simply the discomfort of revealing a hidden vulnerability to someone else.
In such cases, forcing them or rushing was never helpful.
It was best to maintain a calm expression and wait patiently until they decided on their own to proceed.
So, as always, I sat across from Lionel, keeping a light smile on my face and waiting.
After a slight movement of his lips, Lionel removed his jacket and vest, placing them on his lap.
“The shirt too.”
They said that the Pope could perform miracles on hundreds without any physical contact, but I still found it easier to channel divine power by placing my hand directly on the wound.
Perhaps seeing it and touching it made the miracle feel more tangible to me.
Though he’d hesitated while removing his jacket, Lionel took off his shirt without any further reluctance.
And then, looking at Lionel’s bare torso, I found myself at a loss for words.
Having observed him closely, I had an idea of how well-conditioned his physique was. My own family members were also people who rarely put down their swords, even in daily life.
Broad shoulders, a thick chest, a waist and abdomen that were lean in comparison, all covered in muscle—none of that surprised me.
But there were so many scars.
From what I could see, he could easily be mistaken for a gladiator rather than the head of House Luanax.
And the area wrapped in bandages… why was it so extensive? We were still in the relatively peaceful capital, so how had he ended up with an injury like this?
I could feel his gaze fixed on me, intense enough to bore a hole, but I had no room to care.
Quickly, I unraveled the tightly bound bandages and examined the wound that stretched from his left shoulder to his back.
‘It’s a stab wound.’
If it had deviated even slightly, it could have pierced his heart—a deep wound indeed.
‘To be walking around like this as if nothing’s wrong…’
If it had been my father or brother, I would’ve smacked him on the back for doing something so reckless, calling him crazy.
