The knowledge about herbs and medicines densely written in Lamein’s notes was mostly obtained through them.

But most of them were commoners and inevitably hit their limits.

In front of them, who didn’t have the money to produce many medicines or even the ability to obtain and distribute the herbs they wanted.

“I want to help if I can be of strength.”

One day, Lamein appeared.

“I will soon marry the Duke’s son. I want to use all the money I will receive here.”

Lamein spent the money she received upon marriage from Heter, and the money paid monthly to her through Duke Haribo, on purchasing herbs and medicines.

The benevolence of a noble helping them.

Apart from Lady Porter and her family, no one knows that Lamein is a person of the Maiers family with healing power.

“You did well. If they recognize me, I won’t be of any help.”

“Yes, if you still wish so, I won’t say anything.”

Lamein, who had been silently looking at Lady Porter for a moment, opened her mouth again.

“I’m trying to find a way to make more medicines. And also a way to distribute them easily.”

“How do you mean?”

“Since there are limits to the amount of herbs and medicines that can be collected and produced in the guild, I’m thinking of getting some help.”

“Help? From whom?”

Lamein had a faint smile on her lips.

“Someone who is as interested in medicine as I am.”

“Can I ask who that person is? Is it someone dangerous?”

“I don’t really know yet. But one thing seems certain.”

“What’s that?”

Lamein recalled the face of Duke Haribo, who was worried about Lucia.

“They must be as desperate as I am.”

Lady Porter, who had been looking quietly as if her breath had stopped, slowly opened her mouth.

“Zelda. I hope you’re not overdoing it.”

A voice filled with concern.

She knows what she’s worried about.

“Don’t worry. It’s all my will. And for Lily.”

Lady Porter made a regretful face.

“Yes, even so, be careful.”

“Yes, I will.”

Lamein took a deep breath and gently smiled.

“I should go back now. I didn’t say I was going out, so my husband might look for me.”

“Yes, get up now.”

Lamein, who had risen from her seat, stopped at the door.

Lady Porter came closer and held Lamein’s hand tightly.

“Zelda, is your husband a good man?”

Lamein had never talked about Cedric in front of Lady Porter.

“I know how you’ve lived because of that wicked man. I’m worried you might be struggling now too.”

Lady Porter hardened her expression, recalling the cruel actions Heter had taken against Lamein.

Lamein held the hand a little tighter.

“Yes, he’s a good man.”

At Lamein’s answer, Lady Porter sighed in relief.

“But as you know, I’m the one who has to leave the mansion soon.”

“Zelda……. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“…”
With a sorrowful voice, the lady who had called her embraced Lamein tightly.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“Yes. Don’t.”

At the lady’s chokedup voice, Lamein gently stroked her back.

“Go ahead.”

The lady who had embraced the child in her arms once more with force slowly released her hold.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“You must come back quickly.”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”

Lamein, keeping her voice cheerful to the end, left Mrs. Porter’s house.

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Lamein headed straight for her study upon returning to the mansion.

And she opened a book from the shelf, taking out a picture carefully tucked inside.

As she glanced over the words written below the picture, she caressed the bright smiling face of the child in the picture with her fingertips.

A little girl with beautiful red hair.

Lamein, the person who made her endure countless painful days.

“Finally, it was because of this child.”

Lamein, whispering softly, carefully slid the picture back into the shelf.

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Deep in the night.

Cedric was standing guard in the serene back garden, where the sound of moonlight seemed to be heard.

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit late.”

Sylvia appeared soundlessly and greeted him in a polite voice.

“Where did Lamein go today?”

The master, uncharacteristically not scolding her for being late, got to the point.

“She briefly stopped by the forest next to Kentra Village, visited a woman named Mrs. Porter Spencer, and then came back.”

“The forest?”

Cedric asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yes.”

“What did she do there?”

“I couldn’t follow her into the forest because she’s so cautious. She returned to the carriage after about 30 minutes.”

Cedric’s eyes darkened as he became lost in thought.

“And she had a short conversation and left Mrs. Porter Spencer’s house.”

“Who is Mrs. Porter Spencer?”

“She’s an ordinary woman who grows crops in the countryside. However, like the old man from the woodcraft shop last time, she is blind.”

A member of the Myers family who had lost her ability?

Cedric’s eyes narrowed, recalling Evans.

‘The chances of that child being alive are slim. Because, that child is…….’

The unfinished conversation with Evans came back to him.

‘Why did he say that?’

The chances are slim.

He was mulling over Evans’ words when,

“And then she came straight back to the mansion.”