Rosie's Games

Chapter 59: [Bonus Chapter]The Primal Fangs 1

"Take care of her? Young Miss, I don't —"

"I know you like my sister," Rosalind gave a gentle smile.

"Did she—"

Rosalind shook her head, the same smile plastered on her face. "She has not mentioned anything but I can see it in her eyes, Sir Jeames. I know my sister likes you too." josei

"You—"

"So, please— take care of her," Rosalind said. "And I really would appreciate it if you did not tell anyone about this conversation. I do not want to explain how you got inside my house," Rosalind added.

"I— I apologize for what happened. I just—"

"It's alright, Sir Jeames. I understand your worries."

With that, Jeames left her house. While Rosalind could not read minds, she knew that the man had become more optimistic. She had already given him the knife, was it going to be her fault if he used the blade to stab someone? Clearly, not.

Some might argue that it was Rosalind who pushed Jeames to pursue her sister but she did not influence her sister to accept Jeames.

Even if the latter pursued Dorothy, he could not do anything about it if she did not accept his emotions.

She smiled as she stared at the untouched tea cup that she had given to Jeames. As much as she wanted to see what is going to happen after Dorothy married another man, it seemed that time would not allow her so.

She snorted and walked back towards her room. She then narrowed her eyes at her bracelet. It had turned hot!

Four Quarter Masters!

Was it time for another treatment?

Rosalind immediately prepared herself. First, she told Milith to announce it to everyone that she would not be accepting any visitors for the rest of the day. She was going to rest as the hunt was very exhausting. Then she donned a black robe and used her ability to reflect the light in order to leave the house. She made her way towards a pub and met someone that was sent to take her to the black market.

Again, an article of black clothing was used to cover her eyes, and the next thing she knew, she was already in front of the merchant building.

"Welcome… Miss Lin!" It was one of the four Quarter Masters, Pratt, who welcomed her with a smile. She immediately noticed his lighter aura. Something about the man just radiated happiness. Was it because of Alma?

Was he that happy to see his daughter feeling well?

Perhaps, normal fathers would really feel this way after seeing their daughters happy. She wouldn't know, after all, she didn't have a normal father.

"Miss Lin!" Mr. Pratt's wife, Lucilla pulled her into a hug. Almost immediately, she froze. She wanted to push the woman away but decided against doing that. Miss Lucilla was just acting like a normal mother. A mother who was just trying to thank the person who save her child's life.

"Please…. Come in… I prepared some dishes from the south especially for you. I can only hope that Miss Lin would eat it together with the family?"

Rosalind frowned. However, since the robe covered most of her face, the others could not see her expression. She thought she was here to treat Alma. It seems that they actually prepared something for her?

"How is she?" she asked while trying to make her voice as soft as possible. She did not want to sound too stiff.

"She has been sleeping really well. She feels better too! Miss Lin, this is the first time in years that the merchant building has this kind of atmosphere," Pratt said. "For that, I want to thank you."

"Mr. Pratt—" she wanted to remind him that this is a transactional deal. She was getting something out of it, they didn't need to treat her like this. However, her words were interrupted when Pratt shook his head.

"Please, Miss Lin, we know that this might sound exaggerated but— we have tried our very best to find someone that could at least cure the pain. We know that the curse was not going to leave her body. What we wanted was for her to not to feel the pain anymore. How could a parent watch his or her child suffer such pain?" Lucilla said, tears pooling in her eyes as she held both of Rosalind's hands.

"For years, my family had been trying to send people to the other continent to try and find something that would cure her. Seeing Alma like this is just—"

"Lucilla—"

Lucilla chuckled at her husband's remark. She immediately used her hands to wipe the tears away. Then she laughed. "I apologize Miss Lin. My emotions have been… different to say the least. I promised not to cry when I see you, but I guess—"

Rosalind speechlessly stared at the couple. She— She did not know how to react!

In her past life, she stood behind Dorothy as she pretended to heal people, but none of them reacted like this. Perhaps it was because Dorothy was the Queen and there were knights and guards all around them as they saved people, or maybe it was because she was already exhausted from all the healing that she did not feel anything like this from the people that wanted to thank her for her life-saving grace.

Nonetheless, Rosalind did not know how to react or what words to say. Should she say they were welcome when they were paying her to do so?

The two dragged her to the upper floors of the building where a feast had been prepared. Alma was also there waiting for her. The feast was not that elaborate as there were only a few people who joined them, most of them held an important position in the Merchant company. After the feast, Lucilla brought her to Alma's room so she could start the third round of treatment.

This time, Rosalind immediately noticed that the darkness inside Alma wasn't as dense as it was the previous two sessions. The child was getting better!

"Miss Lucilla, the next treatment will be in a month," Rosalind said, "However—"