Then Greyion realized Rocard had gotten off the carriage to tip off this story.

“I sometimes find you frightening.”

“The more widespread the news of the ‘Red Tear’ theft becomes, the better. It needs to spread to the ends of the earth.”

Greyion spoke as if proud of his servant.

“If they catch who did this, they’ll rot in prison forever. A thief who stole something worth ten million gold.”

Rocard pretended not to hear.

“Let’s leave tonight.”

“I get seasick.”

Annoyed by Greyion’s whining, Rocard suppressed his irritation and headed for the pharmacy of Whinid to get anti-nausea medication.

But Whinid was busy. Asking a person who had been pulling all-nighters for days to make anti-nausea medicine was too much.

‘Lorisha could make something like anti-nausea medicine.’

Rocard thought of her momentarily, irritated that he couldn’t seek her help in this situation.

When he reached the pharmacy, Whinid was working in a hunched posture. He had dark circles under his eyes.

Rocard changed his expression to a smile as he entered, but quickly wrinkled his nose at the smell of chemicals.

“Please ventilate. It’s not good for your health, sir.”

“Ventilate… go ahead.”

While Rocard opened the window, Whinid poured a suspicious liquid into a small medicine bottle with a face full of gloom.

“It will be ready before sunset.”

“I… I came for His Highness’s anti-nausea medicine.”

Then Whinid turned his head sharply, his eyes flashing madly.

“Then it will be ready after sunset. Duke.”

Caidel scratched his temple, watching Whinid’s mood.

Whinid squinted his eyes and spoke slowly.

“Call Miss Roar. She should know how to make anti-nausea medicine.”

“Sir.”

“I was dozing! Miss Roar already knows!”

Lack of sleep had awakened something that usually lay dormant beneath Whinid’s gentle disposition.

He burst into angry words.

Seeing his shaking hand about to spill a dangerous liquid, Rocard awkwardly stood and swallowed.

“Duke Rocard, I heard you took Miss Lorisha into the storage room to do something. So ask her for anti-nausea medicine!”
“What are you doing…! Sir? I don’t know what you were imagining, but it’s absolutely not true. I was just kissing Lorisha’s lips—”

Phinead nervously interrupted Duke Rocard, cutting off his words.

“I am a royal apothecary. Then why am I making this?”

Duke Rocard wanted to vehemently argue that his actions in the warehouse were purely for the greater good.

However, Phinead was not in a state to accept such explanations at the moment.

He suppressed his emotions and spoke gently.

“Weren’t you the empire’s top alchemist before you became an apothecary?”

“Hmph.”

Phinead snorted, making a displeased face.

Usually calm and gentle, he had a side that changed like a sulky girlfriend when stressed.

Duke Rocard placated.

“We can’t involve Lady Roar. If this goes wrong, we’ll be charged with treason. We can’t involve her, can we?”

“Over there, grab a handful of herbs from that jar.”

Ignoring the part about treason, Phinead had Duke Rocard make the motion sickness medicine himself.

Duke Rocard watched Phinead carefully as he boiled the herbs as instructed. Then, he found an opportunity.

This was extremely important to him.

“Sir, I really didn’t do anything to Lorisha in the warehouse—”

“Is that important now, Your Grace?”

To Duke Rocard, personal honor was very, if not absolutely, important.

However, when he saw the workbench Phinead pointed at with a stern look, he couldn’t open his mouth.

In this matter, securing ‘Red Tears’ was as crucial as Phinead’s role. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

Duke Rocard suppressed himself and spoke.

“It seems like it’s all boiled now?”