Whining.

“Ugh! What’s this! Cough! Cough!”

As soon as they got off the carriage, a sandstorm covered their sight.

“Lamein! Ugh! Cough! Cough!”

Following her, Cedric, who also jumped off the carriage, was hit directly by the sandstorm and began to cough.

Once the sandstorm passed, there lay

“My goodness! The wheel is broken.”

A carriage with one of its front wheels shattered was leaning, slumped over.

“That was almost dangerous.”

Cedric, who confirmed the situation where the carriage almost overturned, came closer and spoke.

“Ugh. My lord. I apologize.”

Kain, the coachman, who had fallen and was bleeding on the ground, looked up at the two who had jumped off the carriage.

Blood started to drip from his head to the floor.

“Kain. Are you okay?”

Lamein hurried to Kain’s side.

“I’m sorry, milady.”

As Kain bowed his head, the blood streaming from it flowed onto his face.

“It seems the servants in this house are taught to apologize first when they get hurt.”

Lamein, who seemed displeased, kneeled down and squatted on the floor.

“Milady! Get up! Your dress will get dirty!”

A flustered Kain yelled, looking at Cedric, who approached the squatting Lamein.

“My lord, please help milady up!”

At Kain’s desperate voice,

I can’t stop her.

Cedric shrugged his shoulders as if to answer.

“It’s fine. It got dirty earlier anyway.”

Lamein, murmuring, examined Kain.

If he can sit up and speak like this, it’s certain he hasn’t suffered a serious brain injury.

“Kain. Let’s check your head for a moment?”

Now it was time to see how deep the wound was.

“No, I’m fine!”

Kain leaned his upper body back, sending his head further away.

“Do you want me to stand up, grab your head, and look at it? Or will you just show me?”

At Lamein’s threat, a startled Kain slowly tilted his head toward her.

“Did you fall from the carriage?”

“……Yes.”

“Where did you hit?”

“I hit my head on that rock.”

After a brief glance at the large rock embedded in the ground, Lamein slowly reached out.

Blood began to flow from the spot where she lifted his hair.

“Ah! Milady! I apologize!”

The dropped red blood splattered on Lamein’s dress.

“I’m tired of this dress anyway. It’s good timing. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to throw it away.”

Lamein, who nonchalantly responded, examined the revealed wound.

“You’re not feeling dizzy?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Don’t feel like you’re going to vomit or have an upset stomach?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Lamein, who nodded, turned her head to look at Cedric.

“Can you please bring the water bottle from the carriage?”

Me?

Cedric pointed to himself as if asking.

“Yes, you.”

Should the one bleeding all over fetch it?

“Ah. I see.”

Suddenly ordered around by his mistress, Kain’s face turned pale.

“Kain, it’s okay. The head has many blood vessels, so when it’s injured, it bleeds a lot. It should be fine with just some clotting.”

It was torn about 4 centimeters, but the wound was not as deep as expected.

It would heal well without stitching.

“Lamein. Here it is.”

Cedric came over and handed her the bottle full of water.

“And can you lend me your handkerchief? I think your handkerchief is better than mine.”

Instead of her own handkerchief, which had been dragged across the floor, she chose Cedric’s clean one.

This time, Cedric handed it over without any response.

And watched what she was going to do.

“Kain, tilt your head this way.”

Following Lamein’s direction, Kain tilted his head.

“It stings.”

Slosh, slosh.

She began to pour water over Kain’s sandcaked hair.

“Um……Mi. Milady. Your dress……”

In the meantime, Kain started worrying about Lamein’s dress being soiled by the bloodmixed water.

“That’s enough. Stay still for a moment.”

Lamein, who put down the water bottle, waited for the water to stop dripping from Kain’s head.

‘It was a dress I quite liked. But there’s nothing to be done.’

And she swallowed her disappointment without showing it, reaching for Kain’s head.

“Just stay like this for a few minutes.”

“I will do it!”
“No. I will do it. Cain, count from 1 to 300.”

Pressing down on the wound with a handkerchief, Cain began to count the numbers with a trembling voice.

Cedric, who was standing next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The expression of the lady, sitting in a dress soaked with vibrant blood, was far too composed.

Even in the sudden situation with Rodell and Lucia, she was only slightly surprised, as calm as she is now.

‘Who on earth is this person?’

The blue eyes staring at Lamein grew deeper.

Not long ago, Lamein had made a sun hat for Kinder and had a conversation with Roberto about it.

Her mother was quite satisfied with the sun hat, and praised Lamein for her kind heart.

And Roberto added,

‘Most of the servants and maids working in the mansion like the young lady.’

He passed on a story she heard for the first time.

‘There was the incident with Rodell recently, but actually, about three months ago, Marco, the Duke’s servant, received help from the lady.’

When Marco’s mother was sick, Lamein had run to her in a single step.