To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 576

Episode 576 Poison (3)

“This is absurd.”

Ray, on the contrary, moved away from her.

When the stench did not go away despite his distance, Silveria questioned.

Besides, I’ve been strangely uncomfortable with my body since before.

Silveria, looking down at herself, screamed when she saw herself dripping with black grime.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

I could never have imagined that the stench that would give me a headache just by taking this on was emanating from me!

It was something she didn’t want to even imagine, as she usually took care of herself like gold.

Ray looked at her blankly and spat.

“Era. It’s because the world is so dirty. You saved me at best, but you can’t even say thank you, but you treat people like dog poop.”

“That’s…”

“Belated gratitude is over now, so you’d better wash up first.”

At his words, Sylveria’s face turned red with shame.

“Thank you, restraint. Thanks to you, my life was saved.”

You can’t pretend you don’t know the grace you received.

Even though she wanted to wash herself right now, she bowed her head to show her respect.

Ray crossed his arms and asked.

“So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“The Marquis of Garen, who was passing by the garden ‘by chance’, gave the young lady a present. In addition, the alcohol I received as a gift was ‘accidentally’ poisoned. It seems that he was trying to kill it with certainty, since he even brought poison he had never heard of before.”

At those words, Sylveria’s complexion darkened slightly.

“You mean… are you asking what to do with the Marquis of Garen?”

“If the count’s open attempt to assassinate the lady is known, the Marquis Garen won’t be hurt either?”

Sylveria shook her head.

Originally, there would be nothing strange about the trial being held against the Marquis of Garen, but the situation was not good right now.

“The central aristocratic faction will come forward and defend the Marquis. Since His Majesty did not pay much attention to the Count’s family in the first place, even if this matter were known, we would be at a disadvantage.”

Ray clicked his tongue.

“It’s such a fucking kingdom.”

The dignity of an aristocrat might have been that he ate at least soup, but it was very natural for him to dig up other people’s kingdoms.

Silveria smiled awkwardly and let out a small breath.

“For now, I have no choice but to bear with it.”

It is said that thanks to that, the upper house was formed and they got out of the financial crisis a little bit, but they are still lacking in power.

While talking with Ray, Sylveria suddenly had a question.

It’s poison. Let’s say that.

But why did the mana road become so wide?

It was a mana road that had been blocked until just now.

If the previous Mana Road was a forest with overgrown bushes, now it was like a road that would not budge even if three or four wagons passed at the same time.

Driving out the poison widens the mana load?

Does it mean that there is such a thing?

After hesitating for a moment, she asked cautiously.

“continence.”

“why?”

“I know that you have removed the poison from my body. But when I came to my senses, even my mana road was widened. Do you know why?”

Ray thought about it for a moment.

Do I need to tell you why in detail?

Even now, I think I’ve shown off my existence enough.

I didn’t mean to hide my abilities, but it’s also true that troublesome things start to happen.

‘Because I don’t know where the eyes might have been.’

If Marquis Garen or Viscount Mace knew that he had cured the poison, the situation would become even more complicated.

Even if it wasn’t, it must have been a terrible thing for Ray, who was trying to visit Dragon Rare again.

In the end, Ray made up his mind and decided to lie.

Pretending not to know, he turned his head and waved his hand.

“I don’t know. Actually, it’s not poison, but isn’t it like a good elixir for the mana rod?”

It was a word he said casually to escape the situation, but Sylveria, whose only experience was traveling the kingdom of Celia, believed it easily.

After looking at the bottle with a serious expression for a while, she shook her head.

“Certainly… maybe not. If you see that the mana road has expanded this far, you will be sure.”

Is there no doubt that it must be an asshole?

Even if you see a bottle of poisoned wine.

Besides, even though he was directly affected by the poisonous energy, how could he not doubt it?

Ray, who was looking at Sylveria with a puzzled face, sarcastically said,

“Why don’t you go at least say thank you?”

However, she seemed to have taken it seriously and responded urgently with a bluish face.

“It was! To not even thank you for such a nice item is to disgrace the Sylvester family! We must hurry!”

While talking, he picked up a bottle of alcohol and quickly ran somewhere.

Are you really going to say thank you?

To the person who gave the poison?

No matter how much the world is, isn’t this a bit far-fetched?

Ray murmured as he smelled Sylveria’s back as she left and the reverberation of her last stench.

“I’d like you to at least wash up a bit.”

* * *

Night has come to Count Sylvester’s family.

Is it because of the money?

The appearance of the count’s house, where attendants were busy moving until late at night, was more lively than before.

As the gardener started working, the appearance of the garden came back little by little, and the dignity returned as the old outer walls were repaired.

Normally, Marquis Garen, who would have been displeased with that appearance, smiled pleasantly.

“Hahaha. I must have been addicted by now. The distorted face of Count Sylvester is drawn.”

Viscount Mays chimed in.

“Heh heh. It’s a poison that won’t kill you right away. Since it was made at the request of a famous healer, the count will not be able to find an antidote no matter how much money he pours into it.”

“It should be. The money spent there is enough to buy a decent house in the capital.”

All that was left was to drink tea leisurely and listen to the news.

If Count Sylvester asked for the antidote, he would be able to take over the former king’s treasure in return.

When the two of you are chatting happily.

someone knocked on the door

Knock-knock-

Who would come to visit us at this late hour?

Marquis Garen smiled sinisterly.

‘Keukkeuk. It’s already been bitten.’

By now Sylveria should be lying on the bed coughing up blood.

If you don’t hurry up and get an antidote, you might die.

That’s why they came to visit them in the middle of the night like this.

Viscount Mace approached the door.

After tidying up his clothes, he asked pretending not to know.

“Who are you on a night like this?”

Then a clear voice like jade beads answered.

“This is Lady Sylvester, Viscount Mace.”

Lady Sylvester?

Upon hearing the answer, Viscount Mace and Marquis Garen looked at each other.

Not the Count, not his son.

Did the young lady come to visit them herself?

How?

Right now, it would be normal to be wandering between death and death.

“Can I come in for a minute?”

At those bold words that made it impossible to believe that he had been poisoned, Viscount Mace had to open the door without hesitation.

“Come in.”

“thank you.”

Entering the room, Sylveria held a bottle of alcohol they had presented to them.

Judging from the fact that the seal had been loosened and the amount reduced, it was clear that he had drank it.

“Did you drink that?”

When Marquis Garen asked.

Sylveria replied with a happy face.

“yes. At first, I thought it was poison.”

Startle!

The Marquis and the Viscount trembled.

It’s not like it’s poison, it’s real poison.

It is also a poison that makes even Aura users unable to use their power.

As a test, he fed it to wandering mercenaries and even confirmed it, so there was no doubt.

But how could Lady Sylvester, who must have drank it with gulps, stand on her own two feet and hold out the bottle to them!

When the dumbfounded Marquis Garen stood there dumbfounded, Silveria continued.

“But it was only after I drank it that I realized it was an elixir. Progress has been made thanks to the grace of the Marquis of Garen, so I came to thank you despite rudeness even in the middle of the night. Please forgive Lady Bon’s rudeness.”

While talking, politely lift the hem of the dress to show your respect.

I don’t know how things are going now.

Are you young?

If you’ve been poisoned, isn’t it normal to roll over on your stomach?

Rather than being sick, there was progress on the mana road!

Isn’t it like spending a lot of money and doing only good things!

Let’s just keep our mouths open without saying anything.

Sylveria put the bottle of sake on the table.

Then, he bows his head with a sorry face.

“Thank you for taking care of me and giving me a present. But I don’t think this elixir is too much for me to use. I am afraid that I will become dependent on the elixir rather than the level of swordsmanship. Please take the two of you back.”

Now that you’ve eaten well, take it back.

Marquis Garen didn’t even laugh.

Suspicion grew, he asked, frowning.

“You mean you’ve had this drink?”

“yes.”

Judging by the clear eyes, at least it didn’t look like he was lying.

In the first place, Marquis Garen, who did not think that the inexperienced and naive Silveria was cunning enough to deceive him, had no choice but to repel a look of doubt.

‘That’s strange. To eat poison and gain progress.’

Could such an opportunity exist?

When Marquis Garen glanced at Viscount Mace, the Viscount, who recognized the meaning, cleared his throat and said,

“Hmm. I understand your meaning. However, it is late at night, so please go home now.”

“yes. Thanks again.”

Thanks to the opening of the mana rod, Sylveria was eager to open the swordsmanship that was usually blocked.

Wanting to swing her sword as soon as possible, she nodded and hurried out the door.

As Sylveria disappeared, Marquis Garen glared at the bottle.

“viscount. I’m just talking about my old age.”

Before he could finish his words, Viscount Mace shook his head.

“I am sure. Haven’t you seen the Marquis too? The other day, several mercenaries drank a drink and died.”

“I saw it. Isn’t it even more amazing because I saw it?”

The Marquis of Garen, who had been staring at the bottle blankly for a while, suggested it.

“…I’m concerned about it. Wouldn’t you like to drink a little?”