How To Save A Time-limited Young Master - Chapter 11

“Young Lady!”

 

Heok.

 

Heloise, who was struggling in her dreams, barely managed to open her eyes and was embarrassed to see that there were three maids surrounding her.

 

“What’s wrong with all of you?”

 

“Young Lady, you had only woken up after a day!”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You’ve been sleeping all day ever since you returned from the Langbert Mansion.”

 

“Did I?”

 

As she rubbed her eyes and got up, Heloise realised that the servants in the room were speaking of the truth.

 

Her hair was very messy and her eyelids were heavy with sleep.

 

“The doctor says that there’s nothing wrong with your body, but you didn’t wake up, so it should be worrying. The Lord and Lady were also very worried.”

 

“Where’s Mom and Dad?”

 

“The Lady went out for a while and Lina went to call the Lord.”

 

Just as the maid finished speaking, her father rushed into the room.

 

“Heloise!”

 

“Dad.”

 

“Why did you sleep for so long? Your mom was so worried.”

 

From his tone, he didn’t seem to be that concerned for her.

 

Upon hearing her father’s brusque tone, she smiled inwardly and raised her head while pretending to be indifferent.

 

“I remember taking care of the Young Lord at the Langbert Mansion…”

 

“The Young Master fell ill, so you volunteered to take care of him? You didn’t have to do that, darling.”

 

Heloise thought over yesterday’s events.

 

Contrary to Zenon’s words to leave, he held her hand tightly.

 

Does it mean that she shouldn’t go despite his words?

 

She had stubbornly insisted on meeting a person she disliked, but she couldn’t just leave after confirming his sickly condition, so she claimed to be nursing a patient.

 

She remembered that instead of wiping off sweat or wringing a wet towel, which were supposed to be done by the maids, she stared at Zenon’s sleeping face.

 

But she had fallen asleep at some point, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her own room.

 

“The Young Master’s pain isn’t something that can be shared just because you want to.”

 

“About that.”

 

Heloise just so happened to have questions about Zenon.

 

Though she didn’t know if its a question she should ask as soon as she woke up, she had been wondering about it ever since yesterday

 

“The Young Lord has a personal physician. Why can’t he use a healing mage?”

 

“…It’s because the Young Master can’t undergo magic therapy.”

 

“Why is that so?”

 

While magic therapy wasn’t very popular, it wasn’t something unfamiliar to Heloise, as it’s an obtainable benefit as long as one was an aristocrat or had a lot of money.

 

But Zenon, the young master of Lionerik, insists on a regular physician?

 

That was undeniably strange.

 

When her father hesitated, the maids were quick witted and left the room with their heads bowed.

 

After the maids left, her father still answered with a small voice.

 

“It’s because the Young Master’s vessel can’t handle the mana inside.”

 

“What do you mean it can’t handle mana?”

 

“The reason it hurts so much is due to the mana, so injecting more mana in would make it unbearable. I’m not a mage either, so I’m not sure about the details.”

 

When her father expressed disapproval, Heloise stopped asking questions and recalled Zenon, who was receiving meaningless treatment. It looked painful.

 

‘Mana?’

 

The only recent incident where Zenon used mana was the spectacular fountain show that he’d shown Heloise two days ago.

 

‘His vessel can’t handle mana?’

 

If it was because he exerted himself excessively, Zenon wouldn’t be unaware of the pain that he’d suffer that day.

 

Why did that kid have to show her such beautiful scenery when he knew what would happen?

 

It was an unsolved mystery.

 

“Dad, the Young Lord used magic because of me.”

 

“Magic?”

 

“He showed me what using mana looks like… That’s how he became ill the next day.”

 

Her father quietly watched Heloise frown as she confessed her wrongdoings, before nodding.

 

“I see.”

 

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

 

As her father was quite sensitive when it came to Zenon’s health, Heloise thought that he would say something, but his expression was unexpectedly calm.

 

“Whenever the Young Master exerts himself, he’d always fall ill the next day. If he still chose to do so despite knowing the consequences, then it isn’t something that I should say anything about. It isn’t your fault, Heloise.”

 

“Why is he calling for and gathering playmates at the expense of his own life…?”

 

“He needs a lot of attention, even if he pretends that that isn’t the case. Heloise, your father truly believes that you can become good friends with the young master.”

 

While it wasn’t intentional, Heloise was the only one who got angry when she saw Zenon using mana at their first meeting.

 

Was it because of that? At their next meeting, Zenon wanted to meet with Heloise alone.

 

He also spent his time listening to stories and painting without using magic, even though he was bored.

 

Perhaps Zenon was waiting for someone that would stop him.

 

A real friend that would worry for his life and stop him, in the place of his dead family.

 

While she was lost in thought with a serious face, her father came over and placed his hand on Heloise’s shoulder.

 

“I’ve ordered the butler to obtain some medicine. No, before that, why don’t you go to the hospital?”

 

“To the hospital?”

 

“While becoming playmates is good, it’s the first time that you’ve slept for so long, so it’s weird.”

 

As such, she laughed and shook her head.

 

“No, Dad. I’m fine.”

 

She had only slept for a long period of time.

 

She seemed to have been immersed in a dream, but she couldn’t remember it well.

 

“This won’t happen again.”

 

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Friday.

 

A short day passed and Friday, the day she was supposed to meet Zenon, arrived.

 

There wasn’t any contact from the Langbert Mansion.

 

At this level, it’s to be expected of that mansion, for there to be no news whether good or bad.

 

After sneaking a peek at an ill Zenon, she didn’t know if she could visit or if he’s still ill.

 

Heloise asked her father about the situation, but the answer she got was that he didn’t know.

 

However, Zenon woke up once after that incident and told her father that he had been ‘discourteous to his daughter’, so he seems to have known that Heloise had been there.

 

In Heloise’s opinion, Zenon wouldn’t blame her whether she went over or not.

 

Even if she didn’t head over because she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, Zenon wouldn’t blame Heloise at their next meeting, and on the contrary, even if she did head over, he wouldn’t completely push her away like the day when he was ill.

 

As such, it was entirely Heloise’s choice.

 

“Emma.”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

“I want to see the head chef.”

 

“All of a sudden?”

 

Her nanny and the servants, who were in the dark of what happened at Langbert Mansion, knew that Heloise would definitely head there, and were in the midst of preparations.

 

Heloise, who was quietly changing her clothes and brushing her hair, suddenly opened her mouth to say that she wanted to see the head chef.

 

“About the apple soup that I used to drink whenever I felt weak when I was young.”

 

“Ah, what about that? Isn’t that what you still drink when you aren’t feeling well?”

“Tell him to prepare the apple soup. Within two hours.”

 

“Two hours?”

 

“Hurry up.”

 

She would leave for the Langbert Mansion in two hours.

 

At Heloise’s sudden order to bring food with her, the maid was surprised, but headed towards the kitchen at Heloise’s urging gaze. Heloise stared at her retreating figure, before enduring the pain of her hair being pulled by her nanny, who said that her hair looked pretty when tied up.

 

On Wednesday, Zenon’s complexion looked quite poor.

 

Though he was known as an ill kid, there were only slightly dark shadows under his eyes, and his complexion didn’t look that bad.

 

A few days have passed since he used mana, but she really wanted to feed Zenon with the head chef’s special apple soup.

 

If that could be called a desire, then it was Heloise’s desire.

 

As she suddenly requested for soup that wasn’t ready to be prepared, Heloise’s carriage departed a little past the scheduled time.

 

The gatekeeper of Langbert Mansion was visibly pleased to see Heloise’s carriage and quickly opened the door.

 

He even added unnecessary words.

 

“I’m so sorry about what happened previously, Miss. There seemed to have been an error in communication with the mansion’s management.”

 

Heloise smiled and nodded without saying a word to the gatekeeper, who didn’t say that it was an order from their young master even till the very end.

 

“The mansion was quite nervous as we’d thought that you’d simply not come over today… N–never mind. Please enter.”

 

The carriage passed through the mansion’s front gate, and Heloise and her maid entered the main building.

 

She was bringing soup today, so even if she found it annoying, a maid had to accompany her here.

 

“Emma, hand over the soup to the maids and let them prepare it.”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

While her maid was talking to the servants of the Langbert Mansion, Heloise looked around the mansion and walked around to the places where Zenon might be at, but he was nowhere to be seen.

 

Even when she went to the drawing room, contemplating if he would wait in the drawing room calmly, the result was still the same.

 

“Miss Lorca!”

 

Calling out to Heloise, who was poking her head into the drawing room, the butler, who was late, took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the cold sweat that formed.

 

“You’ve come!”

 

“Of course I should come over. Today’s the day I’m supposed to come over.”

 

“Last Wednesday, about the mansion turning visitors away… No, I thought that you wouldn’t come because of the miscommunication.”

 

Why were the servants’ attitudes so pessimistic?

 

Is it representing their master’s position?

 

Heloise shook her head and asked for Zenon’s location.

 

“What about the Young Lord?”