In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 62

We rode straight back to the Lombardy mansion.

Emperor Jovanes offered to call a doctor right away, but my father refused.

In the carriage on the way home, my father laughed and said with a confused face that he was fine to me.

"We can’t let the Royal Family know about Lombardy’s internal affairs."

Even though he had something wrong with his body right now, he was worried about the family affairs.

Fortunately, my grandfather sent people to the mansion in advance, so the preparation was quick.

When we arrived, the attendants were waiting with stretchers.

However, they don’t know why, and when they opened the carriage and saw my father lying halfway down, their complexions were all hardened.

"Ah, I’m sorry."

Dad lay on a stretcher and laughed.

“......Don’t talk.”

Grandpa said in a low voice to my father.

The bedroom was already fully prepared for my father.

When we opened the door to our residence, Clerivan and Louryl waited with stiff faces.

"You still here, Mr. Clerivan."

"Is that important now?."

For several years, even while doing business, my father and Clerivan always talked respectfully with each other.

“How about the doctor?”

The grandfather asked the butler.

“I contacted Dr. O’Malley.”

Everything was happening so fast.

My father lying in bed and rubbing his right leg, and my grandfather sitting next to him.

And, people come together to help us.

I was impatient to accept this situation.

But no one knew why my father fell.

Except me.

Among those who are busy moving, I struggled to manage my facial expressions.

For my father, who doesn’t know what his illness yet, I made a serious face.

However, my efforts seemed meaningless in front of my father.

"Tia."

My father called me.

The bedroom became quiet.

People who were busy momentarily stopped and looked at me.

Probably everyone was forgetting my existence.

"Dad is fine."

Said, my father.

"I know."

I replied, hiding my heart agitation as much as possible.

"Yes, because our Tia is smart."

I couldn’t laugh at him even though I saw a friendly smile.

"You don’t have to be scared."

I couldn’t answer.

I’m scared.

The disease my father has is a terrible disease.

And that disease took my father away from me in the last life.

It seemed like that word would come through my lips.

Instead of saying something else, I bowed my head.

"Tia...?"

My father was surprised at my reaction and opened his eyes wide.

Oh, it should be a little more relaxed.

However, since the image of my father lying in bed has remained in my memory, it seems so overlapped with the image in the hospital bed right now.

It was best not to bite my lower lip.

Did my dad think my condition was unusual?

Even with an uncomfortable body, he woke up from bed and tried to approach me.

"Dr. O’Malley is here."

Fortunately, Dr. O’Malley arrived with a butler’s voice and carrying a visiting bag.

“Leave the room for a moment?”

Grandpa said to the people.

Soon after, only my father and me, my grandfather, and Dr. O’Malley were left in the room.

“What are your symptoms?”

“Once the right leg..........”

Father calmly explained his condition.

I knew even if I didn’t listen.

No, I knew what was going on in the future.

The numbness that starts with the right leg will get worse and worse over a week.

Dr. O’Malley does his best to prescribe the drug, but it doesn’t work that much.

At best, it only reduces the discomfort from paralysis.

And in a month, the other leg will begin to paralyze.

Another month, the range of motion of the right arm sharply narrowed.

Another month.

He can’t use his right hand at all, And my dad, who couldn’t move his neck the week before my birthday, had difficulty breathing.

That was the time when I prayed and begged all night for my father to die quickly because I couldn’t bear to see my father in pain.4

3 days before my birthday.

My father took his last breath and closed his eyes.1

Unstoppable memories flooded in.

"Florentia, come here."

My grandfather motioned to approach the bed so that I wouldn’t feel like I was alone.

But I shook my head.

Then I sat on a chair in the corner of the bedroom, away from the bed.

"Have you ever fallen or injured your back?"

“It’s never been like that.”

"If so...."

Dr. O’Malley examined my father very carefully.

"Can you move your toes?"

“Hmm... .”

My father looked at his toe and focused his nerves, but he’s right foot didn’t even move.

"Strange."

My father seemed embarrassed, frowned, and tried several times, but it didn’t work.

It was strange that the leg, which had been fine until this morning, suddenly did not listen as if it was someone else’s.

That was the fear of a disease called Tlenbrew.

It appears suddenly without any signs or symptoms.

It is not a genetic disease.

No one knows how the disease develops.

The same was the case in my previous life.

Even Estira made medicine to eliminate the symptoms of paralysis.

Not that she had discovered the cause of Tlenbrew’s disease.

"Do you have any pain in your legs?"

"Pain... No. I would rather have it if it hurts. It feels like my legs suddenly disappeared."

"Hmm...."

Dr. O’Malley’s face was getting worse.

“That’s right. These are unusual symptoms.”

It does spend time with words, but Dr. O’Malley probably already knew.

My father’s sudden and weird symptoms indicate that there is only one disease, Tlenbrew’s disease.

From Dr. O’Malley’s who spoke less and less, my father seemed to feel something.

He looked at me with dark eyes and said to me, who sitting quietly in the corner.

"Tia, will you be out for a while?"

"Yeah."

I quietly came out of the room and closed the door.

I didn’t even try to overhear the conversation going back and forth inside.

I already know what to say.

"Miss."

Louryl and Clerivan, who were waiting outside the door, looked at me and got up from their seats.

"Do not worry too much. Gallahan-nim will be fine.”

Louryl hugged me with warm arms, but it was useless as if I had frozen inside.

"Will you bring me a cup of hot milk?"

I asked Louryl.

“Yes, Young Miss. Please wait!"

Louryl was delighted that I wanted to drink something, and quickly headed to the kitchen.

Now, only me and Clerivan were left in the parlor.

Clerivan didn’t try to comfort me.

It seemed to me that he knew that there was something outrageous about my attitude.

"Clerivan."

"Yes, Miss. Florentia."

"I think I’ll have to send a letter for far away. Recognize someone who has fast feet and is trustworthy."

I held the pen on the notepad on the living room table.

I didn’t worry about what to say.

Knowing that today would come, my hand holding the pen could not shake.

A short letter, scribbled down quickly, was handed out to Clerivan.

“You can send it like this.”

"This......."

Since the paper was not folded, Clerivan could see all the contents of the letter. Clerivan’s blue eyes shook.

“Where to send the letter.......”

Skreeet.

The door of my father’s room opened and Dr. O’Malley came out.

The doctor did not look at me.

No, I was wondering if he would look me in the eye, but he harshly passed by.

Okay.

It must have been difficult to see the young daughter just knowing that her father was dying.

I sighed a little.

"Tia, will you come in here?"

Then I heard my father’s voice calling me.

Clerivan quietly followed me on my way to the bedroom.

My father was sitting on the bed just as he was before.

“Dr. O’Malley told me what was wrong, Tia.”

My father said to me with a smile.

“I was just surprised by my leg muscles for a moment, but he said I would get better soon.”

What?

I doubted my ears.

And my heart pounded. Maybe the future has changed? Is it really Tlenbrew’s disease?

And I looked at my grandfather.

"Ah...."

Grandpa wasn’t looking at me.

Like Dr. O’Malley, he avoided my gaze.

"Dad will be okay soon."

My father spoke to me in a lively voice.

"Don’t worry too much, Tia."6

I couldn’t say anything. It seemed that my throat was choked by swallowing a large rock.

Even at this moment when he learned that he had a disease that didn’t have a cure. My father was thinking more about me.+

His daughter, who is only ten years old, is worried about him.

I’m afraid it will be scary.

With a young face, and such a bright smile.

I gritted my teeth and looked at my father then turned around.

And I said to Clerivan.

“The letter is to the Imperial Academy, the recipient is”

Me and my father’s only hope.

"The recipient is ’Estira’, please."

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