Even if the Villain's Daughter Regresses

EVDR Chapter 105

 

“Has the Duchess of Axid fallen ill?”

“They say she’s been vomiting blood. This much.”

The person telling the story spread his arms wide, causing the man who bought the beer to burst out laughing.

“If she vomited that much, the Duchess of Axid would already be dead.”

“Well, anyway, they say she’s vomited a lot.”

“So why would treating the Duchess make you rich? Would the Duke of Axid make you rich?”

“That’s exactly it.”

The self-proclaimed storyteller leaned closer to his listener and whispered.

“They say the Duke of Axid promised to hand over his castle and territory to whoever cures his wife.”

“What? Castle and territory? Is he crazy?”

“Shh! Lower your voice, unless you want to be dragged away for insulting a hero.”

“…Ahem.”

The man cleared his throat and continued.

“No, what kind of illness does the Duchess have? Is it an incurable disease?”

“I don’t know the exact name of the illness. But it must be incurable, right? Otherwise, why would the Duke make such a promise?”

“Well…”

Nodding, the man took a sip from his beer mug and set it down.

“I know a few doctors…”

The man said this as a joke, then stared at the beer mug he had just put down. Looking at the beer in the mug, he muttered.

“But the wife of the hero who saved the world is suffering from an incurable disease…”

The man suddenly let out a dry laugh.

“Even the gods can be so heartless.”

 

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

 

Will the world end when I turn twenty?

Laila thought as she looked into the mirror.

In the mirror was a ghost.

Or a specter. Or a soulless body moved by the power of forbidden magic…

As Laila considered various expressions, she sighed.

“I really look like a dead person.”

Laila raised her hand and touched her own cheek.

The ghost in the mirror mirrored the motion, touching its pale cheek with no trace of color.

Just then, the door to Laila’s bedroom burst open.

“Madam!”

The person who skipped knocking and flung the door open was none other than Marie.

Marie, catching her breath, relayed the news.

“The priests have arrived.”

After being away from Duke Axid’s castle for over two months, Hollei returned to the castle, and he was not alone.

“This is the High Priest.”

Hollei stepped forward to introduce the elderly man next to him.

The white-haired elder offered a solemn bow to Laila and then turned to regard Sion, who stood beside Laila.

“Hero, now that we meet, on behalf of the priests of Del, I once again extend our greetings. Thank you for saving the world.”

“Just conduct the examination.”

“Sion.”

Sion kept his mouth shut and avoided Laila’s gaze. His expression was stiff.

Laila stared at Sion’s ears, then looked straight ahead.

“Welcome, Priest Hollei. It’s good to see you again. And what should I call him…?”

“Please call me the High Priest. I’ve long forgotten my name.”

“Yes, High Priest.”

“Duchess, may I touch your hand?”

“Just one hand,” the High Priest added, and Laila obediently extended her right hand.

The High Priest took Laila’s pale hand in both of his and closed his eyes.

Eventually, the High Priest opened his eyes. His wrinkled hands released Laila’s.

“High Priest, did you find anything?”

Hollei asked. The high priest spoke.

“…The heart.”

“Pardon?”

“There is something in the Duchess’s heart.”

“Are you saying it’s a heart condition?”

Sion interjected, pressing for an answer. The high priest shook his head.

“No. It’s not a disease… This is a bit complicated.”

The high priest sighed and continued.

“First, let me explain this. Normally, a person’s body has a spiritual energy that spreads throughout. Another way to put it is life energy, and this energy is necessary for a person to maintain their life.”

“And?”

“Well… right now, there is no life energy at all in the Duchess’s body.”

Laila blinked her eyes wide open.

…Am I really a ghost? Me?

“What?”

“If my previous explanation is accurate, then the Duchess should already be dead. Yet, she is still alive. This is probably due to…”

The High Priest tapped his own chest instead of Laila’s.

“It is likely thanks to something in the Duchess’s heart.”

“…Explain more.”

“In simple terms, something in the Duchess’s heart is emitting energy that substitutes for life energy. Although it’s just a guess, I am certain it is correct.”

“So, is the sudden deterioration in Laila’s condition related to this something in her heart? Did something go wrong with it?”

The High Priest nodded.

“Yes. If we compare it to an object, its durability has been exhausted, and if we compare it to life, its energy has been depleted.”

“…Is there a way to replenish the life force in Laila’s body? Do you know?”

This time, the High Priest slowly shook his head.

“To my knowledge, there is no method to infuse life force into a human body. In other words, it’s equivalent to bringing the dead back to life.”

The high priest added.

“It is the realm of the gods, which no creature dares to invade.”

Laila’s gaze dropped diagonally.

She noticed Sion’s hand, clenched into a fist, trembling slightly.

Laila watched Sion’s knuckles, white and tense, for a while before looking up.

“How much longer can I live?”

“Duchess…”

Laila asked the question with a calm demeanor. The high priest sighed and responded.

“About six months.”

“I see. Six months…”

Laila furrowed her brow. Dizziness began to overcome her.

Laila’s sense of balance gave way. Soon, she felt a firm hand supporting her body.

Without forcing herself to hold on to her fading consciousness, Laila closed her eyes.

 

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

 

The rumor that the Duchess of Axid was afflicted with a deadly illness spread widely.

Another rumor quickly followed throughout the kingdom: the person who could cure the Duchess’s illness would become one of the wealthiest in the kingdom overnight.

The servants at the Axid Duchy became very busy. Visitors were pouring into the estate day by day.

Today alone, Laila had seen ten different wizards. Exhausted and pale, she declared she needed rest.

“Don’t let anyone in for an hour… no, two hours.”

“Yes.”

Laila lay down on a long sofa in the reception room, which was set up like a bed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, sleep quickly overtook her.

She was deep in sleep when she was awakened by a voice.

“…Madam.”

“Hmm…?”

Laila awoke to the voice calling her from nearby. Still lying on the sofa and in a daze, she looked at the maid who had called her. Through her still fuzzy vision, the maid spoke.

“The Duke has arrived…”

Laila sprang up. Ah, my head. Holding her temples, she said,

“Show him in.”

“Yes, Madam.”

The maid hurried away from the sofa and moved to the door. Soon, the door opened, and Sion, dressed simply, entered the reception room.

…I didn’t drool, did I? Laila wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and then she paused.

The sensation on the back of her hand was rough.

When did her lips become so dry…?

It must look painful. Laila thought absentmindedly as Sion approached the sofa.

“Let’s go out tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a sage in the Naiton estate, but they’re unable to move due to health issues. So…”

“You want us to visit him in person?”

“Yeah.”

“But the Naiton is in the south. It’s quite far from here.”

“We’ll take the biggest carriage.”

“I’m not worried about the inconvenience of the ride…”

Laila hesitated before speaking.

“Isn’t it a waste of time?”

 

 

Comment

  1. goldennight says:

    Ahhh hopefully the storms will pass soon

  2. Xxx Xxx says:

    Очень надеюсь, что это можно как-то решить. А так, это вполне логично. Как она умерла в 20, так и должна умереть и сейчас в 20. Лишь таблетка,которую она приняла, немного продлевает ей жизнь. Но если у неё получилось изменить прошлое, то очень надеюсь, что и её судьбу получится изменить ❤ не хочу есть стекло 💔

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