Chapter 65

Are you here because youre about to elope with this guy? After robbing me of my money thats like my blood?

Owen said this as he brushed off the dirt on the hem of his clothes.

As if he didnt care at all what kind of reactions Ca.s.sion and Diana had.

Ill say this again. I didnt steal your money. Something like that is your specialty, isnt it?

What?

Im right. All this time, youve been selling me fake medicine while tricking me into thinking its real medicine. Didnt you?

Diana growled icily at Owen and, in an instant, his expression froze.

However, it stopped there. Just an instant.

His hardened expression eased up and his lips soon opened with a, Hahaha! He laughed riotously at her face.

Even his goons behind him giggled and laughed along with him.

Seeing this unpleasant sight, Ca.s.sion glanced down at them.

Owen guffawed with his mouth wide open and while clapping his hands together.

Ahaha! And I was wondering why our dear Young Miss ran away But I get it now, I get why you ran away.

The mans impudence made Diana clench her hands into fists.

So youre admitting to it? That you gave a child fake medicine?!

When Diana yelled out in frustration, Owen responded by covering his ears. He then picked out one ear with a pinky finger, blew on it, then continued speaking calmly.

Ah, dont shout. Its noisy. And really though, its thanks to me that your sister got a little better, right?

Since shes going to die anyway, its best to let her die comfortably.

He added the insinuating whisper was meant to provoke her, as though it was a small spark being ignited upon dry firewood.

Son of a

With a cold expression, Diana reached into her chest pocket.

It was to find the weapon she always carried with her.

However, its a fact that Owen and his lackeys had spent a long time working together with Diana.

So of course, they knew what she was trying to do right now.

Owen chuckled as he backed away.

Oh goodness, Im so sca

The man had backed away, but only to make a show out of it, and he spoke sarcastically at heryet couldnt finish what he was saying.

To be more exact, his mouth got shut for him.

But instead of it being Diana, as she was still reaching into her pocket, Ca.s.sion, who was next to her, smacked the man right across the cheek.

Slap!

Owens head jerked to the side with a blunt sound.

Trickle.

All he could feel was a certain throbbing, then down came a trickle from his nose.

Soondrip, dripmore drops of bright red blood fell to the ground.

With a numb, paralyzing sensation to his head, Owen stood there in a daze, blinking as he looked to the side.

There was a look of horror on his face, but Ca.s.sion, the person who had stricken the man, remained calm.

Diana, calm down.

On the contrary, even after hitting someone like that, he was even calming someone else down with a relaxed voice. Diana was incensed beside him.

Diana glared at Ca.s.sion, who tried to mollify her.

How can I stay calm when Im absolutely livid, huh. This was what her glare was saying.

Understanding this as they made eye contact, Ca.s.sion leaned down and whispered.

Youre not alone anymore. Dont bear with your resentment alone.

At the gentle whisper, Dianas pupils shook.

She turned away to look into the distance, then she bowed her head.

Indeed, its as he said.

She was not alone.

Right now, she had a colleague beside her who could help her exact her vengeance, and there was also a ducal princess willingly said that she would provide her shelter.

Dianas brown eyes scanned through the air, looking for something.

At the mouth of the riverbank, there where the logs were piled up.

All she could see were those piles of logs, but Diana knew who was there beyond.

Her shelter. Her guardian. Her lady.

Yeah, the reliable person on my side is over there Lets not get too worked up.

The anger that had soared to the top of her head was as sweltering as lava. However, she didnt want to show an ugly appearance to the ducal princess.

Stay cool, stay relaxed.

Diana tried to cool her head, then after, she looked at Owen. He was still frozen in place, standing there in a strange posture.

Meanwhile, Owens head also slowly faced forward.

His movements were awkward, as though he was a rusty gate.

You could practically hear him screeching.

The sight of two streams of red blood from his nostrils and down to his lips was worth seeing.

Owen stared back at Diana and Ca.s.sion dazedly, and after, his chin slowly began to shake.

The crimson stream reached his dark neck.

A reddish hue also started coloring his skin, climbing to make even his face bright red.

His face was so red that it felt like they were looking at an open flame.

W-WWhy you!

Thats all Owen said. Then, he beckoned to his lackeys.

Even while stunned and nervous, the men reacted to Owens signal and immediately pounced at the two.

* * *

Blunt sounds quietly echoed across the riverbank.

Beneath the bleak sky, seven men versus one pair of a man and a woman were entangled in a fight.

Seeing them up close was frightening.

However, those who were sitting far away, behind the logs, watched the scene leisurely and didnt feel any danger at all.

Somehow, it wasnt a matter of proximity, but a matter of who exactly those people were.

The people sitting behind the log piles were me, Blanca and Logan.

I guess that duo isnt all that brutal.

Rather, as we stayed back without helping, I knew that things would get bloodier if this side, including me, were to join in.

Aww, he missed. If you miss like that, how will you go on?

In fact, its enough to think that Blanca would be more ferocious out there, seeing how she made such a comment with a glint in her eyes.

Flipping through the fake bills in an indifferent manner, Logan was the same.

I leaned over with one elbow on a pile of logs while propping up my chin on that hand, observing Ca.s.sion and Dianas movements.

I was worried about them getting overpowered, but they took the lead much easier than I expected of them.

Whats this, theyre making me proud.

My kids grew up so fast.

With that kind of feeling.

My gaze towards Ca.s.sion and Diana flashed with a bit of satisfaction, but then one bulky log got flung through the air.

Aaaargh!

There was a man who tried to sneak up on Diana and Ca.s.sion with a blunt weapon, but he instead let out a pained groan because he got hit by that log.

Well, maybe rather than a groan, he let out something close to an anguished scream instead.

What did you just do?

Logan asked me, baffled.

Its beyond me why he had such a look on his face.

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied casually.

I mean, that guy was sneaking up on them from behind, you know. Shouldnt I help a bit?

Since this was a real, hands-on experience, it would be great if they could work this out on their own, but

If Im going to raise those kids up to be strong, I cant exactly let them get their heads bashed, now can I?

Unconvinced by my explanation, Logan shook his head. Then, as he recalled something, he opened his lips again.

By chance, is it allowed to throw just anything with that much force?

I dont know about just any other thing, but For the most part, until the point of memory loss is fine.

Alright, good to hear. Then, shall I poison them to induce a bit of memory loss? I think thats a good step to protecting ourselves, too.

Hm?

I dont know how he came to that kind of conclusion. Even so, the look in Logans eyes was sincere.

I looked to the side at Blanca and wordlessly asked just what kind of development was this now.

Perhaps because she had already shown her face to me so she had her veil pulled up, but

With her silver eyes curved into arcs, she answered.

Logans specialty is making poison, you see.

Ah, so thats it.

It wasnt the answer I wanted to hear, but this enough was an interesting piece of new information.

Then in the original novel, did Logan make that poison?

Its only natural to come to this conclusion. But as I thought until here, another question arose.

For example, Logans job description and specialty were two different things.

Logan is a doctor though.

Doctors were supposed to heal illnesses, yet poison was a cause of such illnesses.

It didnt make sense to give both the illness and the medicine. Wasnt it strange to do both at the same time?

The process of making medicine and poison is similar. The knowledge to save someone can also be used to kill someone, dont you think?

Ah, that

Actually makes sense.

Come to think of it, I know someone similar from my second transmigration.

Among my brothers who were sage transcendentals, there was one who was adept in handling both poison and medicine.

He could make deadly poisons, but at the same time, he also made miraculous elixirs.

After drinking such a thing, if your pressure points could also be dealt well, then its possible to ma.s.sively improve ones own inner strength with just that elixir.

Yeah, Ive learned a thing or two as well.

The recipes to those kinds of elixirs were usually kept secret. And because the way to make it was just in that one particular way, not just anyone could successfully make it.

However, he taught me how to make some of them.

I dont exactly know why he did, but if I had to come up with a reason

Maybe because he pitied me? If not, then I wonder if its because of a main character buff.

Thats the best reason I could think of. Anyway, I forgot about it because I didnt have a need for the elixir in the third transmigration.

Now though, it might be helpful to have it on hand.

For myself. Or perhaps, for Ca.s.sion.

If you make the poison Then you can make the medicine for it too, cant you?

When I asked Logan, he nodded back.

Well, its not outside my skill set.

Oh, then theres something Ill ask you to make later, so can you make that medicine for me?

Of course, the elixirs thatll be made would be limited.

Since the worldbuilding here was vastly different, theres naturally many ingredients that didnt exist in this world.

However, there were certainly things that did.

Although an elixir that would be made with much rarer ingredients would work better, still, elixir was elixir.

For a moment, Logan didnt answer.

He glanced sideways at Blanca.

Just like a cat making a probing glance towards its owner.

Blanca only smiled without answering verbally. A momentary flash of exhaustion appeared on Logans expression, but after that, he carefully asked one question.

Its not some strange medicine, is it?

Do I seem like a person whod ask for such a thing?

Yeah, I do seem like that kind of person. Isnt this a bit regrettable? A moment of silence pa.s.sed over.

Pfft.

But it was soon broken as Blanca giggled.

Trying and failing to hold back her laughter, Blancas lips trembled in her mirth.

Logans silence looked like a positive sign.

I glanced at her for a second, then I turned to Logan again.

Hesitating for one moment more, he eventually nodded.

Yes, if thats the case, well Ill try to make it.

This sounds fun. If you need any ingredients, Ill prepare them all for you. In return, please show me the medicine once its done, yes?

When Logan answered, Blanca added this.

I said yes since I was going to ask Blanca to get the ingredients anyway.

Im feeling quite satisfied.

Like an ox that took one step back and caught a mouse in the process.

It would be really nice if we can successfully make the elixir

With this thought in mind, I slowly turned my attention back towards Ca.s.sion.

t/n: sage transcendental: a sagely person who, through meditation or some zen-like cultivation, has reached the highest point of purity, becoming sort of a demi-G.o.d figure with extraordinary powers. these beings usually dwell deep in the forest or mountains, away from civilization, and far out of reach of earthly matters.