Sharuti busily roamed around the village.
Unlike the first day, no one hindered her. Instead, the people of Ashu’s village followed her, discreetly assisting with what she was trying to do, rather than watching her with suspicious eyes.
It was thanks to Ashu’s father, who was also the village chief, formally announcing that they would respect Sharuti as a doctor.
“Please take care of it.”
“I apologize. And thank you.”
For a moment, the sudden reappearance of village executives surprised them, but suddenly, the chief changed his attitude.
He explained the situation to the frozen Sharuti.
‘I guess it was a test.’
In fact, in the place where Sharuti was called alone, there was only one wall, and the village executives were eavesdropping on every conversation.
What Ashu’s grandfather demanded, claiming responsibility and asking for an equal secret, was also part of the test. It was to determine if it was worth living, even if it meant taking risks with the help of an outsider.
However, they could not help but be caught off guard by the unexpected situation.
‘I have my moments when my identity is useful.’
In order to gain their trust, Sharuti revealed a vulnerable and enormous secret. To prove her desire to help others, she spoke, even though it meant risking herself for the sake of a mere outsider.
Despite making a choice that seemed embarrassingly irrational and showing an unwavering Sharuti, they turned their hearts.
With certainty, not suspicion, with hope, not resignation, they took risks and listened to Sharuti’s proposal.
“… A mercenary? Well, they won’t leave us alone, of course.”
“Well, no. The teacher has a point. If that’s the case, they won’t easily touch our village.”
Initially, Sharuti thought the situation could be resolved by persuading the mountain village below and convincing them to exchange with the outside world. But in the face of the secret of the ‘resources of rebellion,’ she drastically revised her plans and methods.
She adjusted the plans and methods to be both sloppy and plausible, reckless yet plausible, and seemed fantastical, but quite realistic.
‘Thank goodness, Grandma Bireta gave me this and that.’
She was talented as a doctor, but not smart enough to devise complex schemes. She only had the intuition and miscellaneous knowledge she had desperately developed to survive, as well as the crisis response ability.
She didn’t want to unjustly die, taken advantage of by others.
Even though Sharuti’s determined resolve was conveyed, the people of Ashu’s village, after receiving the facts and solutions about mana addiction, as well as the future plans, had no objections.
So, Sharuti could confirm Ren’s safety when he occasionally returned to the village and reassure him.
‘When Ren comes back, I should say it was all thanks to Ren and thank him.’
The courage to take off the hood, the ability to pretend to be natural when revealing the secret from five years ago, and the capability to speak up—all of these were possible because of Ren’s influence.
If Bireta found out, she would scold her for foolishly revealing a secret.
Once the major issues were overcome, Sharuti could also focus on the patients with ease.
“I need to address the issue of patients whose stamina has significantly decreased.”
Sharuti swiftly moved her hands, crushing herbs.
Before she knew it, people had gathered around Sharuti, sitting together and crushing herbs.
Perhaps due to being the families of patients who had collapsed due to mana addiction, they were particularly friendly.
“Teacher, then what kind of herbs do those who haven’t shown any symptoms yet need?”
Actually, prescribing and taking something before symptoms appeared wouldn’t be very helpful.
‘Periodically increasing the time spent away from the village is the best preventive measure, but…’
Due to the nature of the hidden village, it was challenging. Especially for Ashu’s village, with various secretive relationships, suddenly increasing the frequency of outings was realistically difficult.
Sharuti recalled her conversation with the village chief.
[Our village doctor was actually a spy for that nobleman, serving as a liaison book for the village.] [As people kept collapsing one after another, he said he would report it and left the village first.]Despite the chaos in the village, the doctor did not appear. The doctor of this village.
He was a watcher planted by the scorpion-patterned noble family.
‘Looks like there’s a hurry because the resources of rebellion have a problem.’
However, ‘that’ viscount, even if he received reports, wouldn’t rush to the village to address or control the spreading disease.
‘He’ll only come after confirming that everyone here has collapsed and died from mana addiction. Since he needs to establish the newly hidden village.’
The people of Ashu’s village were just tools to deceive and avoid exposure of the resources of rebellion.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
