Walter wanted Edith to stay in the volunteer corps building for a while and then head to the capital together.

‘I’m sorry, Mistress!’

“Since everyone has come to see the new Lord in the central part of the territory, and there are no vacant rooms, why not go for a walk to pass the time?”

Vivian opened the travel bag she had prepared ambitiously for Edith.

Valuable jewelry took precedence over clothing, as she had always believed that Edith should be compensated for her suffering with money.

“If you had a winter coat, it would be even better, but since the sun is warm during the day, wearing this cloak should suffice.”

“Well, I cherish this cloak, so on cloudy days like today…”

Edith gently declined, smiling. She couldn’t wear the cloak because she had sewn a spell release document inside.

‘Because I don’t know how this curse release spell will be used later.’

Vivian had repeatedly emphasized that this cloak should take top priority, so there was a reason for it.

She couldn’t wear the cloak, but she still chose the necklace that Walter had given her earlier, wanting to encourage Vivian’s effort to lift her spirits.

“Could you do something with this?”

“I don’t know what kind of gem it is, but it’s pretty. The blue color matches your eyes well.”

Vivian placed the necklace with a small blue gem around Edith’s neck. Just having a memento in her possession was enough to calm Edith’s heart.

But as they were considering going for a walk, an urgent voice came from downstairs.

“Healer! Come and take a look at this guy’s injuries!”

“Is there anyone inside right now?”

Edith and Vivian immediately went downstairs. They saw uninjured corps members carrying in those who were injured.

“What’s going on?”

She asked, but the injured corps member replied sharply.

“After Lady Helen’s speech, there was a clash. It’s those damn assassins again. Now is not the time for lady’s play, so please don’t interfere and step aside.”

Edith looked at the injured corps member’s arm. It seemed like it could be fractured.

Later, when the others arrived, Edith, the only medical staff in the volunteer corps, helped with the injuries. She disinfected the wounds and skillfully removed deeply embedded arrowheads with forceps.

Even though the injuries were severe enough to make grown men cry out in pain, Edith remained surprisingly composed.

“After you’ve received first aid, move to the side. It seems that there are more than a few injured people here.”

With her calm voice, she ordered the others. Her presence was imposing enough to make even the large men flinch in front of her severe injuries.
Despite being frightened and repulsed, she remained surprisingly composed in the face of the injuries that would terrify most.

“If you’ve received all the first aid you need, step aside. It seems there’s more than just a few injured.”

As she poured antiseptic on severe lacerations and spoke with a stern voice to the others, she had an imposing presence that even the larger men found intimidating.

One of the other members, who had grumbled at her but ended up receiving a baptism of antiseptic, was almost tearful and seemed to be filled with remorse.

Even the apothecary, who had boasted about his quick hands, found himself questioning as he watched her perform precise emergency treatments at a rapid pace.

“Excuse me, have you worked in this field before?”

“I used to assist at a clinic for about 7 years.”

“Assisting at a clinic for 7 years must have been incredibly demanding, wasn’t it…?”

The apothecary, now aware of Lady Edith’s unexpected career, could immediately understand why her hands were so skilled. Portrian’s clinic, often lacking in budget due to a lack of support, relied heavily on the labor of assistants.

Thanks to Edith and the apothecary efficiently sharing the workload, emergency treatments for the injured were conducted swiftly.

However, as time passed, a shadow of unease crept over her face. With so many people returning, Walter and Cassius were still nowhere to be seen.

Even after the injured had received emergency treatment and returned to their rooms, and even after the sun had set and the moon had risen, Edith couldn’t rest, her heart filled with anxiety as she awaited Walter.

She couldn’t understand why she felt so anxious, thinking that he might be injured.

“Ugh…!”

While waiting with a worried heart for his return, Edith briefly dozed off, but she immediately awoke upon hearing a man’s agonizing groan.

‘Walter?’

The door opened, and a man entered, blond and not dressed in the volunteer corps’ uniform.

“Ah…”

It was only then that Edith recognized who the man tossing the intruder around was, even though she couldn’t see his face in the moonlight pouring in from behind.

“Um, Mistress. I’m here too.”

Edith belatedly noticed Cassius standing beside him and felt embarrassed.

“Both of you came late, so I was worried.”

“We thought we might be able to catch at least one of them. It’s good to know who these guys are, isn’t it?”

Edith watched Walter and Cassius’ movements as they walked in. Despite the bloodstains on their clothes and disheveled hair, their movements were not unnatural.

“It’s fortunate that it doesn’t seem like anyone is seriously injured.”

“Thank you for worrying about us so late at night. Well, I’ll spend some private time with this guy now.”

Cassius politely greeted her and then forcibly stood the blond intruder up, leading him away.

Thanks to that, Walter and Edith were left alone in the hall, and he was quite satisfied with the fact that he could monopolize her anxious gaze.

He realized that Edith knew about his knowledge of her, even though she had responded to his voice with a cold tone.

“If you really were injured, Edith.”

Walter knew that Edith was very gentle with those who were unwell. If he made any moaning sounds, she would stick close to him and continuously check his complexion.

But contrary to her stern words, he didn’t miss the suspicion and worry in her trembling eyes.

“If you have a sore spot, I’ll take a look at it, but no funny business.”

Despite her cool response, Edith was becoming increasingly concerned, and she followed him as he walked to the room.

“Where did you get hurt? I’ll check if you’re okay.”
“If you’re tired, go and rest, Edith. It’s nothing serious, just a slight twist.”

He gently shook a small bait as he spoke, luring her like a hunter tempting its prey, then briskly walked towards the room.

When he didn’t react much, Edith, on the contrary, followed him, feeling somewhat resentful.

“Where did you get a twist? I’ll take a look to make sure you’re okay.”

For a moment, showing her concern, Edith entered Walter’s room.

“Well, when the lady worries like this, there’s no helping it.”

He said so and unbuttoned his shirt with a flick. A startled Edith averted her gaze.

“What are you doing, Walter?”

“I said I’d let you see. It feels like I might have twisted something on my chest.”

In an instant, numerous question marks filled Edith’s mind.

“Twisted… on your chest?”