The carefully avoided topic was brought up again.

‘I thought I managed to smoothly pass it, but it was just a misunderstanding.’

Sharty touched her forehead, underestimating Ren’s memory.

Then, Sharty suddenly tilted her head.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to just be honest?’

Rather than unnecessarily dwelling on a trivial matter, it would have been better for them to briefly feel embarrassed.

Sharty glanced at Ren.

Considering Ren’s enthusiastic appearance, Sharty’s dilemma was short-lived.

‘Yes, let’s properly address it now.’

Sharty opened her mouth with as much composure as possible.

“The medicine Mr. Manmulsang requested cannot be made. It’s not intended for treatment.”

“What does that mean?”

Ren, who had been enthusiastic, paused.

Ren’s face, which had been lost in thought for a moment, stiffened.

“Did he request poison for assassination? From you, a doctor?”

“No. How would I know how it would be used and sold?”

At Ren’s misguided speculation, Sharty was flustered and waved her hands.

“That’s right.”

Ren nodded with relief.

Sharty cautiously observed his expression. Apparently, Ren seemed to dislike making lethal poison as a doctor who should save lives.

It was when Sharty, feeling guilty about the herbs, was hesitating.

“For lethal poison, use it only for yourself, Shya. If the user of the poison you made gets caught, Shya, you’ll be in danger too. It’s better not to let go of dangerous things from your hands.”

“Well, yes.”

Sharty nodded affirmatively, her head turning awkwardly.

Ren’s advice had a somewhat… ambiguous meaning.

‘What should I say? A bit… double-edged.’

At that moment, Ren’s lips went up briefly and returned to their original position.

Not missing that fleeting moment, Sharty let out a small laugh.

“Anyway, the medicine Mr. Manmulsang requested is not in my field of expertise. That’s why I refused…”

As Sharty ended her words, Ren’s expression became serious upon sensing her embarrassment.

Realizing that he had been caught in the trap of Manmulsang’s rhetoric belatedly, Ren gritted his teeth.

“Then he deceived me into entrusting an impossible request to you. If he comes again, I’ll talk to him myself.”

Seeing Ren clenching his fist quietly, Sharty rolled her eyes awkwardly.

It seemed that Manmulsang would have a conversation with Ren’s fists.

To ensure Manmulsang’s safety, Sharty took a deep breath and corrected the facts.

“Rather than saying he deceived you, he was a bit rash.”

“Rash?”

“Well, Mr. Manmulsang misunderstood the relationship between Ren and me. He thought it would be really helpful, so he persuaded Ren quite skillfully.”

“…….”
Somehow, Ren’s expression became even more unpleasant, as if his pride had been wounded. Just when Manmulsang made a remark seemingly doubting Sharti’s skills, he skillfully took the bait and bit the lure.

Since Ren considered it all his fault, he had nothing to say. With a gloomy countenance, Ren squeezed his frustrated fist even tighter.

“I fell for such a trick…”

Ren muttered with a bitter tone. While Ren, who had been pondering Sharti’s words, abruptly raised his gaze.

“…So, is it not a lie when you say I can be of help?”

Avoiding Ren’s intense gaze, Sharti twiddled her fingers.

“There was a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?”

Ren, who slightly furrowed his eyebrows, recalled Manmulsang’s misunderstanding.
Newlyweds, husband, and family planning.

“…….”

Ren subtly avoided Sharti’s gaze.

Unlike Sharti, it wasn’t due to embarrassment or awkwardness. It was a guilty conscience for the attitude that hadn’t positively or negatively responded to Manmulsang.

So, a moment of silence passed.

“……Sorry, Sharti. I made you uncomfortable.”

It was an apology uttered as if admitting he had no other choice.

Sharti lowered her hand. Thinking that things were finally settling down, Sharti was about to conclude the conversation.

“But Sharti, if we have such a relationship, what exactly can I do to be of help?”

Whether there were hidden thoughts or not, Ren’s mindset remained unchanged.

“I will do my best to help with all my might.”

Sharti touched her forehead.

‘This is not what I wanted!’

Contrary to expectations, Ren ended up actively assisting Sharti.

Eventually, in a somewhat resigned state, Sharti spoke.

“I want medicine to use between a husband and wife.”

“……What?”

“More precisely, a drug for enhancing physical stamina in bed.”

“……!”

Ren’s face, shocked, turned pale in an instant.

“……I didn’t think, I didn’t think you would ask me to make such a, such a thing. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

In a state of great confusion, Ren stammered and bowed his head.

He wasn’t an immature boy. Even if he had lost his memory, he knew everything.

This time, a slightly longer silence passed between the two.

Simultaneously, Sharti, whose face had turned red, sat down on the sofa and hugged her knees, burying her face on top.

‘This log cabin can feel hot at times.’