CH 15.2

“M-Miss!”

As expected, the Pollock ran out panting.

I managed to calm Pollock, who was sobbing with a runny nose and tears, and he said something unbelievable.

“H-His Majesty….”

But Pollock couldn’t even properly speak because he was breathing heavily.

In the end, I had to infer the situation by listening to Pollock’s incoherent words.

The king visited.

And Cassion collapsed. He has been unconscious for over a whole day.

Cassion was originally weak, but he had never slept deeply and for a long time.

Because he knew that the palace was not safe.

I knew because there were a few times when Dyson sent an assassin to kill Cassion before I returned to the past.

‘It’s good to sleep well, but it’s dangerous if he doesn’t wake up.’

I skipped two to three stairs.

When I opened the door, I could feel the room’s heat suddenly burst. Given that the heater was turned off, this heat came from Cassion’s body.

I rushed up to Cassion.

Cassion was like a blanket made of faded cotton cloth. His lips were dry; he looked like blood drained from his face that he looked like he could crumble at any time soon.

“Your Highness!”

I grabbed the Cassion and shook him. His body was like a ball of fire.

The area around his blanket was wet.

It was a trace of Pollock’s efforts to lower his fever.

“You should’ve contacted me!”

“H-How do I do…”

Pollock stood like a ghost next to Cassion.

He couldn’t move around freely as he had to be careful not to get caught.

I sighed.

I was too anxious and blamed Pollock for something he couldn’t help.

“I’m sorry, Pollock. It’s not your fault.”

After apologizing, I focused on Cassion.

“We have to call a doctor.”

It wasn’t a fever that could be treated with folk remedies.

“Should I call Dallas?”

Janice asked carefully. I shook my head.

“Rupert.”

“What?”

“Go back to the mansion and bring Rupert. Right now!”

***

Rupert, who was suddenly called, was an exceptional doctor in the making.

He checked Cassion without any questions.

After that, he poured medicinal herbs into the mortar he brought and began to grind.

Looking at the endless medicine compounds coming out of his large bag, my mouth was agape.

“Give it to him.”

Janice ran with a bowl from Rupert.

While the medicine was being heated, I changed Cassion’s towel. Pollock also did his best running errands next to him.

‘Four people are doing their best for Your Highness. So, pull yourself together.’

I thought as I dipped a hot towel in a basin of cold water.

I hoped he could hear what I said inside and for a miracle to open his eyes, but he still closed his eyes.

Soon after, Janice entered the room with a tray of medicine. The room was full of bitter smells.

“What medicine is it?”

I took the medicine and asked Rupert.

“It’s a medicine to lower the fever and protect organs from being damaged by heat, Miss.”

I believe in Rupert, but I was scared to feed Cassion.

“May I taste it first?”

“No. If a person who doesn’t have a high fever drinks it, their body heat can go down rapidly, and they will collapse.”

Rupert shook his hand.

I hesitated with a bowl of medicine in my hand.

What if there was a problem with the medicine, and what if Cassion wouldn’t gain his consciousness like this forever? Aside from revenge, wasn’t it too tragic for a child to suddenly lose their life?

I bite my lips.

“Ugh…”

As I hesitated, I heard Cassion groan.

I looked down at the sick Cassion.

Looking at his sweating and pale white face, he looked like he needed the medicine desperately.

‘Rupert is a genius. I have to trust him.’

I closed my eyes tightly.

“Pollock, raise His Highness Cassion.”

Pollock quickly approached Cassion and put his hand under his armpits.

Cassion’s weak body followed as the Pollock moved him.

Pollock sat next to Cassion to keep him from collapsing.

In the meantime, Cassion kept mumbling incoherently.

“Rupert, I trust you.”

This assurance was both for Rupert and me.

I took a deep breath and spilled the medicine into Cassion’s mouth.

Rupert’s ear tip was red as he passed the empty glass to Janice.

***

“Uh..”

The sound of Cassion groaning woke me up.

“Cassion?”

I opened my eyes and looked at Cassion.

His long eyelashes flinched, and his eyelids moved up and down.

I kept waving my hand in front of his face.

“Your Highness, are you awake? Your highness?”

Grip.

Cassion grabbed my wrist before opening his eyes.

His grip was weak, but I was relieved that his energy had recovered enough to raise his arm.

“Stop flapping around. It’s distracting.”

I think his mind was fine. Why could you say a harsh comment as soon as you woke up?

‘Is there any medicine that could make you talk nicely?’

I glared at Cassion, but in fact, I didn’t hate him at all.

Because I was grateful just for him opening his eyes.