Numbers are just numbers.

The magical energy level itself, whether higher or lower than average, wouldn’t harm humans.

‘Could I be wasting time unnecessarily?’

Objectively thinking, it would have been more realistic to bring in specialized medical equipment and conduct a precise examination on Bonita.

‘No, it’s not like that.’

However, at present, there was no other way to conduct further tests. All of Bonita’s other indicators were normal, and apart from being unconscious, there were no issues with metabolic activity.

Then it might be worth checking the remaining possibility.

“We need a magician.”

Rebecca said to Catherine.

Currently, with the absence of the Duke, the only person who could move the funds of the Rycianthus family was her.

“Preferably someone with good magical sensitivity, well-versed in magic engineering and theory.”
“Got it. I’ll check it out.”

Catherine quickly agreed without asking for a reason. Holding her staff, she left the room with a determined face.

Aria, left alone with Rebecca, slumped into a chair and sighed. Her dazzling rose-like face had become noticeably pale.

She mumbled as if possessed by a lost soul, “Rebecca… Is it going to be okay? If something happens to Bonita…”

“I can’t be sure.”

Rebecca wanted to bite her own tongue while saying those words.

Bonita still hadn’t regained consciousness. The seizures had stopped, and she could breathe on her own. Apart from being unconscious, there was no fever or mucosal bleeding, which was somewhat reassuring.

However, Rebecca thought it would have been better if Bonita had shown at least one of those symptoms. At least, the symptoms mentioned earlier were common in other patients, and it was relatively easy to identify and treat the specific disease.

‘Ugh, what could be the cause?’

Knowing the cause was essential to attempt any treatment, and not knowing it was frustrating to the point of wanting to turn back.

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“Well, what is it? Why can’t I go out?”

At that moment when Rebecca’s worry deepened, a scuffle was taking place at the main entrance of the ducal mansion, where Hildly and several servants were wrestling.

“Sorry, Lord Lotern. Didn’t you stay with Miss Bonita when she collapsed?”

“Well, yes…! But is it really reasonable to detain me like this?”

Thomas, the servant, made a troubled expression at Hildly’s outburst.

He remembered what happened a while ago.

“Lotern!”

“Yes?”

“Lotern, that man, is being held so that he can’t leave. Just in case, you know?”

Aria, who was previously sulking, grabbed the shoulders of the embarrassed servant and shook him hard.

“Understood? You must not let him leave. We can’t ignore even a slight possibility.”

He was quite surprised by Aria’s sudden change in attitude. Initially, he thought it was absurd, but her statement, ‘You must not ignore even a small possibility,’ had a convincing power.

Isn’t this side better?

If he were innocent but kept tied up, they could compensate him financially.

On the other hand, if it turned out later that the man had caused any harm to Miss, revealing that he had ignored the order of Lady Aria, a noble, would easily shift all responsibility onto him.

The fact that the Duke, despite his appearance, was genteel only applied when his territory wasn’t violated.

How would he react if his beloved daughter, whom he hadn’t seen in seven years, got hurt?…

“Hey, let me go!”

“It’s not allowed.”

Trembling, Thomas dragged Hildly along with his colleagues and threw him into the guest room.

“Let me out!”
The man who had been knocking on the door gradually quieted down as if giving up after a few minutes. The servants, wiping off their profuse sweat, used their sleeves.

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The Duke’s mansion door opened again the next morning.

“Who… Huh!”

In the early dawn, Dalton, overwhelmed by drowsiness, assumed a defensive posture against the person approaching like crazy with words. However, upon seeing the person’s face, he was horrified.

“Your Grace!”

“Open the door!”

“Yes?”

“Open it right away!”

The shouting from a distance was unusually intense. The person, out of breath as if they had been running, was gasping for air.

Dalton hastily opened the door. The Duke, without any greetings, immediately passed through the main entrance and ran towards the front gate. In the process, all the grass was trampled, but he didn’t flinch.

Only one line floated in his mind. He was almost out of his mind.

“Hehehehe!”

The voice, making a raucous noise in front of the mansion’s main gate, stopped. Luke, without anyone’s help, jumped down from his position and opened the heavy main door by himself.

Even though it was dawn, the inside of the mansion was bright. He grabbed one of the conspicuous servants as soon as he could. The red crescent moon rose ominously.

“Y-Your Grace?”

“Bonita.”

He asked urgently.

“Where is Bonita right now?”