“I need to check on her.”

“Lean on my shoulder, Mother.”

With Yurik’s support, my wife climbed the stairs.

“Ugh.”

A groaning sound was heard from the side.

Although my wife could walk with help, the coachman’s condition was severe. Leaning against the wall, he was staring intently at his injured leg, shivering. Roger, who had already been examining his leg, stood there with a serious look on his face.

“How’s the injury?”

“It doesn’t seem broken, just misaligned.”

Roger looked at the coachman’s bare leg, which was badly swollen below the knee.

While no deep wounds or scrapes were visible, hidden pain is often the most frightening. Roger gently touched the swollen area. The coachman gritted his teeth and twisted his head.

“The bone is protruding, isn’t it?”

“Protruding, you say?”

Roger nodded when I asked.

“We’ll have to manually set the bone quickly.”

“Who will?”

“Huh? Of course, I will.”

Both I and the motionless coachman looked shocked at Roger’s audacity.

“You’re setting the bone?”

“Just bite down and endure it.”

Easier said than done.

The coachman clenched his fist. Understandably so. Even a minor brush against his injured leg was agonizing, and now a young boy he had met today was going to set the bone.

I would be horrified and run away, too. This isn’t child’s play.

“We’ll need to immobilize the leg for a while after setting it.”

“…Roger?”

“Could you bring some wooden boards and cloth, Lise?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Me? …Uh, just bring the wooden boards and cloth, please?”

Roger evaded my question.

The coachman looked at me with a beseeching expression. He wanted me to stay. Though I wanted to honor his request, Roger pushed me from behind. He urged me to hurry, promising not to do anything dangerous.

“You really won’t do anything dangerous?”

“Ah, how many times do I have to say it? Go!”

Trusting his words, I left. I found the wooden boards quite quickly, and for the last piece, I went into an empty room to find cloth. I didn’t need to search the room; I simply tore off the curtain hanging from a small window.

“Aah!”

Just then, a sharp scream from the coachman echoed from the entrance.

“Ugh!”

It must have been very loud. Startled, I tore off the curtain completely.

“Roger! What on earth…!”

Approaching the entrance, I saw the coachman, his head lowered and gasping for air. His face was sweating, just like before, but his expression seemed oddly peaceful. He didn’t die, did he?

I cautiously approached and put a finger under the coachman’s nose. Thankfully, he was breathing.

“He’s not dead.”

Roger said nonchalantly.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Oh, you found everythi…”
“Are you listening to me……!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the coachman raised his head again.

“Miss…….”

“Are you okay? Uh, are you hurt anywhere? What did Roger do?”

“……I’m not in pain anymore.”

“What?”

“My leg……it doesn’t seem to hurt anymore.”

Huh?

What is all this about? I looked at his knee, and the bone that had been protruding was now back in its place.

‘Really? Did you actually set the bone?’

Roger?

Doubting, I looked at Roger, who skillfully tied wooden boards and cloth to secure the coachman’s leg.

The coachman nodded several times in response to Roger’s inquiry if he was comfortable, expressing his gratitude. Roger lastly looked at the remaining bruise and spoke.

“The bruise will fade over time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The swelling in your leg might worsen, but don’t worry too much.”

“Yes.”

“Initially, it wasn’t severe. A protrusion like that is generally quickly corrected by setting the bone. A doctor would’ve done the same at the hospital.”

Roger shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.

What is his deal?

“By the way, Lise, where is the medical box?”

“Ah, I saw it on the, the shelf in the dining room.”

“Let’s take that and head upstairs. We have to treat the lady’s leg as well.”

Roger got up and headed for the dining room. I examined the coachman’s face, who was exhaling slowly. It genuinely seemed as if Roger had cured his ailment.

“Really……are you okay? Does it not hurt?”

“Yes. It only hurt when the bone was set, but now I’m fine.”

“Any discomfort?”

“I feel like I could live, compared to before.”

Did he use magic? Or did he hypnotize him?

If not, did he read about how to set bones from a book?

But applying something learned from a book is harder than it seems. If reading a book could solve everything, I would have long become the wealthiest person in this empire.

“Hey, Lise. I’m going upstairs first.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, call for me! Understand? Let’s go, Roger!”

I followed Roger.