Sharti hesitated, wondering if it would only cause unnecessary confusion, but decided to be honest.
While considering the patient, keeping secrets wasn’t right.
“What is it?”
Sharti went into the herb room and came out with a notebook.
It was an old, grimy notebook covered in her fingerprints.
“Poison?”
Ren asked in surprise.
Sharti needlessly chewed her lip.
‘Does he think I’m not skilled enough to immediately detect poisoning?’
Eyeing his reaction, Sharti continued writing.
It was a powerful poison.
It was clearly made by a skilled person, as there was no way to detect the poisoning from outward appearance.
‘You were lucky.’
While it was due to her herbal research that she was able to use the right antidote, it would have been dangerous if not for Ren’s robust body and remarkable recovery speed.
“I suppose. If my head was injured and I was weakened in body and mind from poison, my brain could malfunction.”
Ren nodded, agreeing that Sharti’s hypothesis made sense.
Then he frowned and chuckled bitterly.
“If a skilled doctor hadn’t treated me in time, it wouldn’t just be my head, but my entire mind that would have broken down.”
Ren’s tone was acerbic.
Withdrawing his hand, Ren slowly rubbed his face with his back to Sharti.
His blue-green eyes flashed quietly between his fingers.
He had been finding his amnesia questionable for a while now, as it seemed too severe for mere accident aftereffects.
And now he had just learned the reason why.
“There’s someone who tried to kill me by not only stabbing me all over with knives, but also poisoning me…”
More precisely, there was an enemy who persistently tried to end his life without outright killing him.
Ren muttered softly and gritted his teeth.
Just who could it be, why did they have to do it, what had happened – his head started to burn.
As his breathing grew ragged from the headache resurfacing,
Tap, tap-. Concerned by Ren’s suddenly changed expression, Sharti patted his back.
‘Your memories will return.’
Ren didn’t turn around.
Thinking her message hadn’t gotten through, Sharti peeked her head out to look at him.
‘A complete stranger like me can’t help you find your memories.’
Empty words of comfort didn’t seem like they would improve Ren’s mood.
‘Ah! That’s right!’
She dropped with a thud what she had been tightly holding inside her robe the whole way up the mountain.
At the not-so-small sound, Ren slowly turned his head.
‘I’ll make you clothes!’
To change his mood, Sharti strode over purposefully.
The magic stone-powered lights gently illuminated the house.
Sharti gestured this way and that to Ren, holding a measuring tape.
“Is, is this what you want me to do?”
Ren spread his arms, held his breath, and turned around, following Sharti’s instructions.
Sharti meticulously measured Ren’s dimensions.
‘I need to measure your chest circumference, so raise your arms.’
Ren inhaled sharply at Sharti’s sudden approach.
The position was different from when she had bandaged his abdomen.
Sharti’s small head nestled against his chest.
“…”
Feeling a tickle near his chest, Ren glanced down at Sharti.
Whether it was due to her robe or her breath touching him, Ren maintained his posture without dwelling on it.
It wasn’t often he got to smell Sharti’s herbal scent up close like this.
“- Wait.”
Ren suddenly stepped back in surprise.
Sharti, who had been crouching in front of him, looked up at him quizzically.
A deep furrow formed between Ren’s brows.
“What are you trying to do now?”
Sharti was about to ask if he really didn’t know, when she noticed Ren’s reddened ears.
Flustered, Sharti immediately withdrew her hand that was about to measure his lower body and stood up.
‘I got so focused I didn’t realize…’
Sharti handed the measuring tape to Ren and moved far away from him.
The atmosphere grew rapidly awkward as Ren took his own measurements.
Sharti spread out the fabric and began cutting diligently.
‘It’s not that I’m insensitive, I must have seemed rude.’
Reflecting on her actions of treating Ren casually just because he had shown concern a few times, Sharti renewed her vigilance.
‘From now on, I absolutely won’t touch him.’
Sharti firmed her resolve.
It was unclear how much longer they would have to live together, given how remote the prospect of finding his memories seemed.
She couldn’t let Ren feel uncomfortable during that time.
‘Even if Ren holds out his palm like before, I should only write notes for communication.’
Sharti smiled contentedly as she checked her bag, having set her own rules.
Then she handed Ren a wrapped package from her bag.
Returning to his usual indifferent expression, Ren unwrapped it and checked the contents.
“…”
Sharti held out a note to Ren, who had frozen in place.
“…”
“O…kay.”
Though she had just roughly described Ren’s build to the shopkeeper and gotten a recommended size, Ren, unaware of this, stiffened with embarrassment.
Yet his rational mind was consoling itself that at least Sharti hadn’t made the underwear herself.
Ren briefly steadied his dazed mind and stiffly walked to stash the underwear package in the utility room.
Having finished preparing the fabric for sewing, Sharti checked the remaining stew in the kitchen.
‘Huh?’
The amount of stew in the pot had decreased, but the solid ingredients remained almost untouched.
‘Ah, he couldn’t reheat it without knowing how to use the magic stone. And eating alone, he probably couldn’t eat much.’
Magic stones were expensive and rare, so she couldn’t entrust them carelessly to Ren.
Sharti served Ren a bowl of piping hot stew, filled with plenty of solid ingredients.
“…”
Ren, who had avoided the meat chunks at both breakfast and lunch, looked at Sharti at a loss for words.
The amount of solid ingredients in Sharti’s bowl was the same as yesterday.
“Do you really dislike meat?”
Ren asked, just stirring the stew with his spoon.
Thinking he wouldn’t believe her even if she said yes, Sharti shrugged.
Finding this plausible, Ren finally stopped glaring at the stew and began eating.
Wheeeeee-
The sound of the wind outside mingled with the soft clattering of utensils.
‘I won’t be able to sleep deeply tonight.’
The window frames rattled noisily due to the stronger outside wind.
Sharti lightly touched her head as she listened to the wind.
‘Is it the cold wind, or does my head hurt?’
Though the log cabin looked fine on the outside, it was old and had tiny gaps here and there.
Having eaten her fill, Sharti took some cold medicine with Ren just in case.
Ren, who had received a thick robe from Sharti after washing up, blocked her way.
“I’ll give you a massage again today. I can do better today.”
Remembering something she had forgotten, Sharti bowed to him with an “oops” expression to convey her thanks.
Ren’s expression softened upon receiving the note.
However, his mouth tightened as soon as he received the next note.
“…Alright.”
Swallowing his disappointment, Ren watched as Sharti headed to the bedroom carrying the cut fabric.
Thud. As soon as she locked the bedroom door, Sharti took off her stuffy hood.
‘Is the hood thick? Only my face is hot.’
Sharti, who had braided her long curly hair into one, changed into comfortable clothes and climbed onto the bed.
Without the flowing robe and stifling hood, it was easier to move and breathe.
‘I’ll go gather herbs first thing tomorrow morning. Then I’ll check the ingredients for making ointment… hmm, prepare the list of ordered herbs, and oh, I should fetch water too. Then I can reach the village before lunch.’
While constantly planning for tomorrow, Sharti diligently began sewing.
The fabric was thick, so the thread and needle were also thick, making her handiwork slower than usual.
Absorbed in her work, time flew by quickly.
It was earlier than her usual bedtime, but the medicine was taking effect and she yawned.
‘Time to sleep.’
Sharti carefully put on her robe and hood again and wriggled into the blankets.
Without any particular thoughts, she closed her eyes, and her eyelids drooped shut.
“…”
And there was a dark figure watching through the curtains, clinging tightly to the log cabin.
[This is the timeline separator]Grrrumble… The night sky, overcast with dark clouds, looked ominous.
By the time the hour struck, the fiercely blowing wind began to dampen.
The dark figure, revealing yellowed teeth in a chilling smile, drew a knife from its waist.
Slowly yet persistently, the dark figure began carving at the window frame with the knife tip.
In a flash of lightning, the man’s face reflected in the log cabin window was revealed.
“Kik, kik, kek, kheuk, keuk…”
Hair tangled with mud, grass, and leaves. Armor damaged beyond recognition. Knees and elbows covered in scabs. A face full of scratches and wounds.
It was Squad Leader Dodint, who had abandoned his subordinate soldiers and fled to escape a rampaging bear that had lost its mind.
“Damn, kuk, bastards, kik, kigik, just you wait… I’ll, hehik, like this, kek…”
As the price for eating a mushroom in the mountains to satisfy his hunger, Dodint was not in a normal state.
His voice sounded like mosquito buzzing, and his entire body was covered in large, dark spots and blisters.
Grrrumble-! Raindrops blown by the wind began falling on his face one by one.
It was the harbinger of a typhoon that would erase all sounds and traces.
Finally, the heavens seemed to be helping.
Pop-. Just then, the only light illuminating the house went out, leaving the log cabin in complete darkness.
Dodint’s face, having waited for this moment, began to flush with excited heat.
‘Just one wench.’
Taking advantage of the darkness, Dodint began scraping at the window seams with his knife tip.
Gradually, the window frame began to loosen.
‘…That’s it!’
Creak… Finally, half of the window opened. Of course, the noise was drowned out by the sound of the wind.
Dodint grabbed the curtain to keep it from fluttering as he dragged his abnormal body through the window.
“…”
One figure lying on the bed.
Dodint licked his lips as he looked down at the figure sleeping wrapped in a dark robe.
Having barely escaped with his life, Dodint had been tailing her in the mountains ever since discovering the old log cabin that a villager had told him about.
Thanks to this, he was able to confirm that Sharti was knowledgeable about herbs and a skilled doctor trusted by his subordinate soldiers.
A doctor living alone in the mountains. And a mute woman at that.
Could there be a better prey?
“Now then, puheukeuk, shall we, kihik, greet each other…”
Revealing his yellowed teeth in a chilling smile, Dodint reached out towards Sharti’s robe as she slept.
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Men In The Royal Harem All Yearn For Her (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The men (young empress, young empress dowager, crown prince) in the harem all yearn to become her consort.
Synopsis:
The female protagonist is a wildly popular heartthrob with a natural halo.
The male protagonist is a crazily obsessed and self-abasing loyal dog.
Qiu Shu, the top scholar’s daughter, is pure, elegant and incomparably enchanting, captivating countless admirers.
Being favored by the eldest prince, the most handsome man in the capital, and becoming his wife in a single move is truly the pride of a poor student.
However, what they don’t know is that the seemingly bright and splendid female protagonist lives in a battlefield of jealousy every day.
The cute and adorable young empress is unusually attached to her.
The gentlemanly and upright young empress dowager has an ambiguous relationship with her.
Even her aloof and proud eldest prince is actually a gloomy and petty jealous husband.
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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