Chapter 71

“You remember Mr. Adolf, the broker of this house, right? I got to know that person through him.”

“Is that person trustworthy?”

“The doctor he would refer to us is probably very skillful. Nothing else, just a checkup. We will just take a look at your condition again.”

Perhaps Coryda’s question was not about the doctor, but the person who said he would help them. Liv cleverly changed her answer. It was so natural that Coryda couldn’t notice anything strange and readily let it pass.

Coryda put down what she had been eating and fell into thought. Watching Coryda’s complexion closely, Liv asked carefully.

“Are you okay with that?”

“What should I do?”

“You don’t need to do anything. If you say okay, you will go to see the doctor with me.”

Coryda looked like she really didn’t like the idea.

“Do I really… need to get examined? I can explain my condition even without doing that.”

“We need to diagnose your condition properly so we can find a way to get you better.”

“But I’m already on medication?”

“I told you, there’s a new medicine. Instead of relying on medication like you do now, you can actually be healthy like other kids. And that’s why we’re going to do an examination first to see how you’re doing.”

After listening to Liv’s lengthy explanation, Coryda let out a shallow sigh.

“Okay.”

Liv, who thought that Coryda might have rejected it, made a surprised look when she saw Coryda nod slowly.

“Really?”

“If you think it’s okay, it is okay.”

It meant like she would get checked up because she trusted Liv. It was clear that she didn’t think Liv would recommend anything bad for her.

For some reason, it tugged at her heartstrings, making Liv bite her lip hard. Liv pushed down her rapidly rising emotions and hugged Coryda tightly.

“Mhm, everything will be okay. Because I will protect you.”

Everything was getting better, so she was sure that Coryda’s health would surely get better as well. Liv prayed fervently.

I hope this is the right choice.

***

Marquis Demus Dietrion had several mansions.

The largest and most enormous of these was his home, the Lanxess mansion. It was a large mansion of stone, set on privately owned land quite a distance outside of downtown Buerno. It could have been called a castle, and no guests had ever been allowed inside the main gate. Anyone trying to get near the private property, let alone the main gate, would be stopped by guards.

Even the exterior of the mansion was a mystery due to its vast grounds and woods, causing rumors to overgrown. The Lanxess mansion was also the main setting for all the vicious rumors about Demus. But at the same time, it was also a place that everyone wanted to visit at least once.

Apparently, the writer of this letter was one of them. He was never this persistent, but seeing him say the same thing again.

“They really can’t understand.”

It wasn’t hard to ignore the letter.

But how long would it last? The fact that the sender wrote to him directly to let him know that they were coming, suggested that they had already made all the plans. And that plan wouldn’t have taken into account anything like Demus’ opinions.

Demus got a bit annoyed.

“About the reply…”

“Just as before.”

Philip bowed his head and stepped back. Demus glanced at him, then tossed the letter he was holding into the fireplace. Staring impassively at the burning paper, he rose to his feet.

The long hallways were well maintained, beautiful and clean. But somehow there was a certain chill in the air. The chill air permeated every inch of the mansion, unobstructed by tapestries or carpeting.

No amount of fireplaces and sunshine helped. This chill was embedded in every single stone that made up the mansion.

So at times this place felt like a cold prison. In spite of the fact that nothing bound him.

In reality, it was no different than a prison. Especially when he remembered that when he came here, he was no better than an exile.

How many years have I been here?

Demus counted the passing days in his mind. Although it was hard to pinpoint, he was sure he’d made it past the third year.

The first year went by in a blur of anger and helplessness, and it wasn’t until the second year that he finally started to take steps outside. Even then, his steps weren’t very active.

When he first came here, Buerno was just a rural town with no particular identity. If he had stayed under the radar, as he did in his first year, Buerno would still be a shell of its former self.

It was only when Demus started buying art like a madman that Buerno became lively.

Artists began to flock to the town as word spread that there was a huge collector in town. Politicians, who were intrigued by the identity of the tycoon, began organizing events in Buerno and supporting the art galleries. Since no one knew anything about the “House of Dietrion,” everyone tentatively concluded that Demus was a member of royalty who had hidden his true identity.

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