People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 109

Both of them watched me as I personally stuffed handkerchiefs firmly into my nostrils, relieved that the bleeding wasn’t severe enough to stain the handkerchiefs outside my nose with crimson blood, yet clearly startled—as if it had been over seven years since either had seen blood flow like this, let alone gush out all at once.

I could sense everything from Lilith’s lingering gaze at me as I delayed answering her directly, my lips just barely moving as if parched, starting to speak only to stop short again.

Frankly, I couldn’t understand why they were so alarmed over something as trivial as a nosebleed—and though I kept thinking, “Here they go again, overreacting as usual,” I was still inwardly full of doubt.

Simply because it was incomprehensible.

Yet, I couldn’t possibly explain to them that it was due to my “Authority,” so I decided to let Jeff’s assumption stand—that I’d simply overexerted myself. I just hoped they wouldn’t lose their composure, flailing about in panic—but after experiencing this a few times, I doubted they’d manage that.

‘This is dreadful. I can’t stop the physicians from coming, so at least I need to get these two out of here somehow.’

Amidst all this, I used my free left hand to grip Hecate’s shoulder, steadying myself so I wouldn’t topple backward. No matter how firmly Jeff held me from behind, if I moved suddenly while relaxed, I might clumsily tumble over and knock my head against the floor—who could tell?

“Children often get nosebleeds around this time of year, you know.”

Meanwhile, Lilith interlaced her fingers gently, smiling softly as she observed Jeff and Hecate maintaining silent, resolute expressions that clearly said, “How can we possibly just go to work when our child is like this?” Unfazed by any circumstance, Lilith calmly began her explanation.

“Moreover, Your Highness has received advanced instruction from an early age due to exceptional talent compared to peers. Even with careful attention to condition, the unconscious pressure to excel—stemming from being heir to the throne—must inevitably have weighed heavily.”

Surprisingly, her explanation contained a touch of fabrication, yet it sounded so plausible that even I felt compelled to corroborate Lilith’s account just to quickly disentangle Jeff and Hecate.

“Recently, I’ve noticed you pushing yourself even harder, so I’ve been giving cautious advice every time I see you—but it seems Your Highness was simply brimming with passion.”

She subtly linked the summoning of Carlisle and Freyrie to the capital, cleverly masking my use of Authority in a way that left no room for suspicion. Without saying it outright, her phrasing was so skillfully indirect that anyone perceptive enough would easily infer the true cause.

‘You’re really a snake.’

I inwardly clicked my tongue as I watched Lilith—helping me out of this awkwardness. It’s ironic: wherever you go, calamity seems to follow, yet every time, your astonishingly perfect assistance sees me through.

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