Doctor Resignation - Chapter 9

As I was looking at the book, I raised my head and she said with a slightly surprised face.

“The Madam sent a gift.”

“Gift?”

“Yes… She heard that the young lady likes sweets.”

I don’t remember saying that.

‘Wait.’

On second thought, on the first day, I had said that to Viscount Ferelmen. Surely the Duchess must have asked him what I liked.

“So the madam sent you a strawberry cake.”

“Oh, is that so? Then, I will eat well.”

“But the size…”

I almost fainted when I saw the tray Jenny was pushing carefully. I’ve never seen such a big cake in my life. I think everyone could eat a piece of it if I brought it to the nursery.

I opened a short note on the cake with trembling hands.

[Message – I was very refreshed this morning because I slept well. I heard you like sweets. I send you a small gift in hopes that you have a good afternoon.
I’m trying to get the Imperial Palace’s chief dessert chef, so wait a bit.]

A small gift? The Imperial Palace Chief Dessert Chef!?

No matter how rich the Cerseus Duchy was, it was a shocking scale. I muttered with a perplexed look.

“I think I can eat this for three months and ten days.”

“If you don’t like it, she told me to return it to the kitchen immediately and dismiss the chef.”

“Oh, no.”

I just got to know her not long ago, but it was true that the duchess was extremely odd.

Anyway, I couldn’t eat it all alone. I even felt like I had to eat it for a few days. I was contemplating for a moment then clapped my hands and said suddenly.

“Then can I eat it with Erhan? It’s too much for me alone.”

I’m sure he’s doing nothing in his room, anyway.

‘The more you lie down, the more you lose energy and your body becomes limp…’

I’ll have to get close to him quickly so that I can execute my plans.

There was a difference in status, so I had to wag my tail first.

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“My mother sent you a cake?”

Erhan asked with his head tilted.

“Yes.”

I gave Erhan a piece of cake and said, eating three bites.

“I helped her last night because she couldn’t sleep well.”

“How?”

“Why?”

“…I can’t sleep well at night either.”

“That’s because you don’t move much and you don’t see the sunlight.”

I added calmly.

“Sir Erhan’s headache is a little different from Madam’s headache.”

No assistant stood by him all night for a “disease that would never heal.” After administering the medicine prescribed by Ferelmen himself, they would just tell him to call them if anything happened, and would soon leave the room.

Erhan’s eyes turned to the note next to Lise. His condition, which changed every half an hour, was well documented. Even the mana’s change, response to the herbs, was very meticulously noted down.

‘If I do my best, you’ll feel a little better.’1

Her words of doing her best to make him even a little better seemed true.
Erhan unintentionally stroked her disheveled brown hair. It seemed that he had already given some affection to this new little assistant. (ryu: OMG YOU’RE SO CUTE I WANNA KEEP U)