In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 70

Perez's statement that he has collected 'as many as possible' books are true.

"Where did you get all these books from?"

"I brought it from the Imperial Library in the Central Palace, and these herbal medicine books were the ones I had originally."

The looks of turning the pages while answering seemed very familiar.

With a sudden thought, I asked Perez.

"Perez, by any chance, have you been researching Tlenbrew's drugs by yourself?"

Look.

Perez's shoulders shuddered.

And if there was no answer, it was evidence.

Perez would rather lie to me than say nothing.

"Thanks."

"..."

Perez's ears turned red when he looked at the book without saying a word.

I smiled silently and picked up a book.

Yeah, it doesn't suit my personality to leave everything to Estira and relax.

it would be more convenient to do whatever it takes to find the last piece of Tlenbrew's medicine.

While we spent time reading in the library, Caitlyn and Kylus took turns delivering food and drinks.

"Ugh, my waist."

How many hours have passed?

I raised my head in pain when my back was suddenly hurt.

It was already past afternoon.

Looking at Perez, who was sitting on the other side, he still hadn't taken his eyes off the book.

Beside him was a mountain of books he had already skimmed through.

It was when I was looking out the window because I didn't want to disturb Perez, who was concentrating.

"Shall we go out for a moment?"

Suddenly, Perez looked at me.

"The garden is pretty nice for a walk."

Contrary to Perez's simple impression, the gardens of Poirak Palace were very beautiful.

As if knowing that the owner of this palace often visits the garden, all kinds of flowers and trees naturally blended together around the promenade.

"Oh, this flower... Isn't that the flower you sent me before?"

I asked, pointing to a red flower that looked familiar somewhere.

"That's right. Bomnia flowers."

"It's a different season than you sent me this flower?"

"Previously it had bloomed and fallen last spring. But for some reason, it seems to bloom once more this year."

"What? that's interesting. It blooms twice a year."

I approached and smelled the sweet scent of the flower.

Tock.

Perez picked a bomnia flower and handed it to me.

He tore off the sweet petals and put them in his mouth.

"If I keep following this road, what will I find?"

"Central Palace Hall."

"Like that..."

How far did we walk?

At the end of the road, the hall that Perez spoke of seemed to be visible.

And there is a person who was just walking through the hall, that I didn't want to meet.

"Let's go back."

"Okay."

Perez answered with a frown on his forehead as if it was bothering him at all.

We turned around and tried to go back the way we came.

"Hey, there you two."

Until an unlucky voice dares to follow us.

"Whoa."

I already have a bad feeling.

I engraved my patience, turned around, and greeted.

"Hello, His Majesty the First Prince."

"Yes!. You were right!."

Astana approached with an unlucky smile.

Perez was already staring at Astana with cold eyes.

Feels like he's about to draw a sword like last time.

Let's just go quietly this time.

I swore so.

But that promise was immediately shaken by Astana's words.

"I heard that Gallahan Lombardy had a fatal disease?"

"You crazy bastard."

Without realizing it, cursing came out of my voice.

Astana widened her eyes in surprise.

"You dare to curse at me..."

Watching Astana squirm silently like a goldfish, I tried to calm my mind again.

I was so angry because it was about my father.

But, ominously, I saw something from Astana's face.

It was a grinning smile as if he had found a weakness that could haunt me.

"Your father is dying, and you are hanging out with that lowly man in the Imperial Palace. Are you really his daughter?

"Stop."

Perez next to me said in a low voice warning him.

But Astana shrugged her shoulders once and continued to sarcastic.

"If it were my father, I would never leave his bed for a moment. After all, I don't mean to say that lowly things are lowly for nothing."

"Astana."

"Your mother is a wanderer of unknown origin, so it's obvious."

"Shut your mouth."

Perez said while placing his hand on the handle of the sword.

"I know, wanderers sell themselves to anyone to find a place to sleep for a night..."

Slap!

Astana's face turned to the side with a loud sound.

Red handprints slowly appeared on his cheeks.

It was me who slapped that cheek with all my might.2

"You hit me...?"

Astana touch his cheek with one hand and murmured.

I stared straight at him.

Tears flowed involuntarily at the outrageous anger.

"Uh, I'm going to tell my mother, no, to His Majesty the Emperor! For a slap on my cheek?! "

I knew his personality was at the bottom.

Trash guy.

"Do it. I'll be sure to tell Grandpa what happened today."

I spoke to Astana.

"Every single word."

Only then did he recall what I said, Astana's stupid face distorted.

It doesn't matter even if he's a Prince when it comes to Lombardy.

He also said such dirty things about Lombardy Lord's son and his late wife, who are now in bed, there's no way it's going to pass safely.

I want to kick him between the crotch, not the cheek.

I'm still not Lords of Lombardy, please be patient.

I stared at him till the end and turned around.

I wiped away my tears roughly with my sleeve.

The taste that had been sweet a little while ago because of the Bomnia has turned bitter.

* * *

I was ordered into self-reflection for a month because of slapping Astana's face.

Of course, it's not a big deal.

Rather, I had a hard time stopping my grandfather from running to kick Astana.1

In fact, I'm not free to leave the mansion until after my eleventh birthday, it's like I'm not being punished.

Astana, who likes to wander around all the time, was ordered to probation for two months.

I was sitting in my study, browses through the herbal book I had borrowed from Perez.

I don't have a plausible background here, so I don't expect to make a huge discovery that even Estira couldn't find through a book like this.

It was simply because I felt comfortable doing anything to find my father's cure.

Flap, Flap.

When I was flipping a book with my chin on one side.

"Huh? Bomnia flowers? It can also be used as a medicinal herb."

I stopped at a familiar flower picture and read the description.

"'Bomnia's is a plant that grows only in the southernmost tip of the continent, and its flowers, leaves, and roots have different properties of efficacy..."

My fingertips, which were pointing meaninglessly, stopped.

"But the most powerful effect of Bomnia is when the flowers, leaves, and roots are used together. The exact mechanism is unknown, but it reliably maximizes the efficacy of other herbs used together..."1

Originally from the South.

And Estira from her previous life went on vacation to her hometown.

The puzzle seemed to fit.

At that moment, the study door opened and Estira entered.

Sweating and gasping, she seemed to have run all the way here.

"Ha, I got a reply from my grandmother... Among the flowers that are commonly blooming around the village...!"

"Bomnia?"

"Uh, how did you know?"

Also.

The last ingredient in the remedy was Bomnia.

Estira, who looked at my smiling face, said while crying.

"By the way, Bomnia is a wild plant that grows only in the south, and the flowering period has already passed....l"

"No. I know where the flowering Bomnia is."1

The bright red Bomnia flowers were blooming in the backyard of Poirak Palace.

I quickly ran to my desk and wrote a letter.

The recipient was Perez.

Though in my heart I would like to run to Poirak Palace and bring Bomnia flowers by myself.

I can't enter the Palace because of the self-isolation period

Damn it, Astana!

I wrote the words that I needed the Bombia flower for my father's treatment and that the flowers, leaves, and even the roots had to come together.

My hand that was folding the stationery was trembling.

The joy of finding the last puzzle was brief, and anxiety overtook me.

What if the Bomnia flowers have been chopped in a couple of days.

Perez also said. The flowers didn't bloom at this season.

Please, please.

I prayed earnestly and sent the letter.

* * *

It began to rain at night.

I was staying up all night watching the heavy rain outside.

"Damn it, damn it."

I heard the sound of rain hitting the window and me biting my nails.

What if the Bomnia flowers are chopped down in this rain?

The last time we saw each other was a few days ago.

If all the remaining flowers fall off.

I felt like my stomach was burning.

It was then.

"Is that a carriage?"

With my head in the window, I doubted my eyes.

A carriage was coming to the annex through heavy rain like a pole.

At first glance, through the hazy raindrops, the Imperial pattern was seen.

Surely.

I ran downstairs in surprise.

Bang, bang, bang.

With a heavy knock on the door, the butler of the annex was already approaching the door with his back.

Kriettt...

The door, which had been closed all night, opened with a long noise.

A man drenched in the rain was standing there.

"Perez?"

Perez found me and pulled out something he was holding dearly in his arms.

It was a large wooden box.

Click.

With a small noise the cover was opened, there was a distinct smell of wet soil from the rain.1

Inside the box was a pile of red flowers covered in soil, quietly exposed to the roots.

"Bomnia flowers, I brought them."

With a pale and wet face, Perez grinned widely.