“Are you sure it’s not a human?”
Blat, who had been gaping in astonishment, asked Gillian.
Gillian didn’t bother hiding his contempt; Blat’s dumbfounded expression was rather amusing.
“Where did you think the potion was used?”
“…….”
“Don’t tell me you think a torn shoulder could be roughly stitched up and reused?”
“Well, that’s….”
“If it were a human, as you say.”
Blat acted like a mute soaked in honey under Gillian’s probing.
‘Such wounds need to be seen to be understood.’
Originally, the knights rarely sustained severe injuries like Gillian since most battles against monsters were fought while they protected the Dukes.
When the knights did engage, if they couldn’t subdue the monsters, they didn’t just get injured; they were killed.
Thanks to this, the only injuries Blat knew of were minor ones, sustained while providing protection.
Injuries that didn’t threaten life.
Wounds that would heal if properly stitched or splinted.
‘….I didn’t even think about the potion. Who would’ve thought it would work so well?’
While Blat was grumbling inwardly, Gillian repeated what he had been saying all along.
“It healed quickly, didn’t it?”
“Would have been nice if you added, ‘because I used a potion.'”
Although his voice hinted at being wronged, his relieved expression had brightened considerably long before.
“I didn’t know you worried about me this much.”
“That….!”
“You’re cruel.”
The icy voice that saved the tonguetied Blat was Elizabeth’s.
“Elizabeth! When did you get here!”
“…It’s Captain, mind you.”
Ignoring Blat’s enthusiastic greeting, Elizabeth turned her gaze towards Gillian and saluted.
“Sixth Fortress Captain, Elizabeth Swan, reporting after completing the border patrol. Monsters have been sighted about three hours from the Seventh Fortress, and have started gathering around an hour ago.”
“Good work. What about the knights?”
“No one was left behind….”
“No, I mean the injured.”
Gillian flatly corrected Elizabeth, who seemed to assume her words were selfexplanatory.
“I heard some are in quite critical condition.”
“They may not survive the day.”
At Elizabeth’s unhesitating reply, Blat’s face hardened.
Gillian nodded and asked again.
“How many?”
“Four are expected today.”
“Today…? So, Captain Swan, you think I should be concerned about this every day?”
“That’s not what I meant. They might miraculously improve.”
“Expecting miracles in this situation. Should I call you cute?”
“I apologize.”
“How many in total?”
“Eleven. The wall broke down unexpectedly, resulting in heavy casualties.”
Silence followed Elizabeth’s response.
The only sound was Blat’s anxious, heavy breathing.
No one spoke.
“What then?”
The silence was broken by Gillian’s question.
“What will you do, Captain Blat Award?”
“I will ensure sufficient compensation for the families…”
Blat hung his head, not finishing his sentence.
“You’re already using the term ‘families,’ so are you telling them to die?”
“That’s not what I meant. It’s just that a miracle doesn’t seem likely.”
“Blat Award.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Look at me.”
Lifting his head at the command, Blat’s eyes were red, nearly weeping.
Gillian looked at him and patted his own shoulder.
The faint scars vanished, touching his own healed shoulder.
“We have plenty of potions.”
“But, the potions are…”
Hard to come by.
They required a lot of effort from those with magical abilities, which was tiresome because the mana regeneration took days or even months, making them shunned by priests.
“Take them and use them.”
Blat felt both grateful and profoundly exhausted at Gillian’s words.
Each of the eleven knights was precious.
Choosing just one among them was…
“Your Grace, I….”
Thud.
The sound of a heavy wooden box echoed, followed by the clinking of glass bottles and the subsequent sound of sloshing liquid.
“Even if no lives were on the line, there would still be serious injuries.”
Gillian gestured to his own shoulder as he spoke.
“Two boxes should be sufficient.”
It seemed like Gillian smiled at the end of his sentence.
However, the tears that suddenly welled up blurred Blat’s vision, so he couldn’t tell if Gillian was smiling or looking down on him as before.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
“Thank you.”
The expression on Swan’s face, standing next to Gillian, was also distorted by tears, but that didn’t matter either.
Uhhuh.
Though he had made the foolish mistake of crying out loud like a child, Blat was fine.
Even if he looked pathetic, even if he was ridiculed for being immature.
“Ththank you for saving us.”
Because he was able to save everyone without fail.
So, everything was good.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Blat couldn’t help but place his hand on his chest and kneel before Gillian.
“Blat Award, to serve the Duke with loyalty for life….”
“If it’s a knight’s oath, I refuse.”
“…Why?”
What made him happy was happy; what disappointed him was disappointing.
With tearbrimmed eyes, Blat stared at Gillian, who coldly rejected him without a second thought.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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