Eddy still couldn’t erase his guard against Yuvan Pelies, but Ranslet, who saw this couple more often than Eddy, had a different opinion.

Recently, Claude’s positive changes were miraculous.

Looking at Claude’s condition, there was no need to ask if Yuvan had any intentions.

Or if he still harbored such thoughts. It seemed unnecessary to ask if he had hurt Claude.

“The West Pavilion has changed a lot lately.”

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“Oh, I shouldn’t say this.”

Ranslet slyly left the room, pretending to be curious to make Claude wonder.

“This guy doesn’t have much time left.”

While Yuvan was erasing the black traces of the West Pavilion, Hille, who was wandering around, said.

Yuvan paused his weeding for a moment and stared at Hille to attract Oliver’s attention. “Oh, .” He stared at Hille.

“Have you studied veterinary medicine?”
“Not much. Just briefly as a minor. Haha, well, it’s nothing much. Veterinary science was dozens of times more challenging for me than any other major, so I couldn’t finish it.”

Hille had been watching Oliver, who didn’t come near Yuvan when he was around, quite closely.

Yuvan also stiffened his expression while looking at Oliver like that.

Lately, Oliver’s health hadn’t been good.

The bowls of food that Henna prepared morning and evening showed only traces of being touched.

Yuvan had asked the kitchen chef, Ralph, to make deer jerky, but even that, Oliver only chewed a few times and spat out repeatedly.

“I haven’t seen this dog for long. Usually, dogs don’t defecate near the area where they stay, but this guy has been making more mistakes lately. Even lying down like that and only looking towards the main building seems odd.”

Yuvan thought it was a temporary phenomenon.

In life, there could be mistakes in bowel movements, loss of appetite, and Oliver looking towards the main building and lying down weakly; Yuvan only thought it was because Oliver wanted to see the owner.

Having never raised a dog, he could only think that way.

Yuvan briefly examined the cleanly laid bricks and then organized the brushes soaked in medicine.

“I should look up veterinary medicine books. I should try making some medicine or nutritional food.”

Yuvan, wiping his hands on the apron he got from stable keeper Marjorane, closed the lid of the cleaning potion bottle.

While she finished her work, Hille looked at him with a complicated expression.

“Hille-nim?”

“Madam. I’m sorry to say this… but there’s no point in fixing that guy; he’s already an old dog.”

Yuvan tightened his grip on the large glass bottle.

“But is there really no way? Even a little. Any medicine, .”

“Medicines and remedies here are precious, and it would be painful for an old dog like him to sustain his life in that way. It’s wiser to reduce the pain as much as possible and watch over him.”

“That may be true.”

Yuvan sighed briefly. Hille also looked at the old dog with a sympathetic gaze, realizing that there was nothing else to say.

“…I heard the dosage of the master’s painkillers has been greatly reduced.”

“Really?”

The hazy black pupils suddenly became firm.

Hille quickly regained his original composure and observed Yuvan with a bewildered expression.

“Yes, we changed the formula together, and the painkiller’s effect has become stronger, .”

“I want to make a painkiller by excluding the ingredients that the dog shouldn’t eat from the remaining painkiller ingredients.”

“!”

“Can you help?”

The determined black eyes stared directly at Hille.

Yuvan began hastily making painkillers suitable for dogs.

He removed the ingredients that dogs shouldn’t eat from the original formula and added ingredients that had similar effects but were safe for dogs.
A process of experimenting whether these substances would become poison or medicine when combined was needed, but Yuvan quickly assessed only whether it would be poisonous and promptly mixed the medicine into Oliver’s water.

Not having observed closely before, Yuvan didn’t know that Oliver was now not properly drinking water in addition to not eating his meals.

The amount of water changed daily in the bowl given in the morning remained the same even when checked before sunset.

In the end, Yuvan used his ability to absorb enough pain to allow Oliver to eat food, drink water, and take medicine.

Yuvan quietly stroked Oliver’s head, which Oliver didn’t avoid even when he approached.

Although relieving some of the pain while being by his side, it couldn’t prevent Oliver’s body from deteriorating.

Yuvan informed Henna and the butler about this, but they, while expressing deep concern, asked him not to let Cladd know.

“Why?”

“Master despises anything dying in this mansion in a very pathological way.”

“But Oliver…”

“There were no exceptions. Perhaps the butler might take Oliver out of the mansion immediately after he dies, or even take him to the hunting hut outside the mansion before he dies.”

Henna whispered sadly.

Her eyes, already swollen from crying, were puffy.