A moment later, Irel glanced slightly at Varkan's stiff face.
“As expected, I feel disgusted because I vomited?”
Cô đâu cố ý làm thế. Irel thought awkwardly and then stepped forward to pick up the crystal that had just fallen to the ground. Not because she really needed it, but simply because she shouldn't throw trash in the middle of the street.
However, before Irel could bend down, another person was faster. From nowhere, a long, slender finger suddenly appeared and picked up the crystal.
"EH?"
That thing is very dirty. Irel raised her head to see who it was. And she saw Pessuss, with a pale face, looking this way, holding a jet black crystal in his hand.
“Sao… anh lại cầm cái này…”
“What?”
“Không lẽ, cô… mắc bệnh ho sao?”
Pessuss hỏi dồn dập, không kịp thở. The strangely urgent tone made Irel nod in bewilderment.
"Ah, yes. This is called crystallization. I heard this is a rare symptom but sometimes happens to Receiver."
Irel, who was explaining what she knew, suddenly frowned. It seemed she had guessed the reason Pessuss asked.
“Pessus.”
Varkan frowned his bushy eyebrows, of course he couldn't help but know what Irel was conjecturing. He asked:
“Is there a problem with your receiver?”
Hearing that, Pessuss fell to his knees as if he had just collapsed. He bowed before Irel and Varkan, pleading:
"Lane is very sick. I know I don't have the face to make this request, but please... consider Lane for once. I beg you."
Pessuss inherently has a sharp and cruel nature. Even when they first met, he intended to kill Irel. The fact that someone like him would bow his head and beg made Irel extremely confused.
‘What to do?’
Irel vô thức nhìn về phía Varkan. He shrugged indifferently and said decisively:
"Just do what you want. You're about to become the lady of this place, you don't need to ask anyone's permission."
…Varkan, like a dictator, suddenly enhanced her authority. Thanks to that, Irel's mood was much more comfortable, she thought carefully.
“Được rồi. Đi thôi.”
Quyết định nhanh hơn cô tưởng. Lane is the first "fellow" Receiver that Irel meets. Furthermore, with her weak personality and appearance, she also has an attitude of blindly following her.
Maybe that's why she's like a distant cousin. Việc Lane bị bệnh khiến cô lo lắng.
'Anyway, there's nothing I can do once I get there, but…'
Apparently Lane also had symptoms of vomiting crystallized balls. But if she doesn't know the exact reason "why" she vomits, she will probably be very insecure and scared.
If such a weak person has to worry too much, diseases will arise even if they don't exist. Therefore, Irel decided to visit Lane and reassure her. Tell me that this is absolutely not a harmful symptom, no need to worry.
"Thank you. Thank you very much, Lady Irel."
[Ting! Pessuss' favorability increased by 30 points.]
Pessuss bit his lip and kept bowing his head. Irel curiously looked at the total sympathy score of 30 sparkling above his head.
It was a magical sight every time she saw it. Her sympathy, which had already hit negative bottom when they first met, now changes depending on her actions.
‘Perhaps a sense of accomplishment.’
And it's also a useful ability in many ways. At least she can clearly distinguish whether the other person likes or hates her.
"So shall we go? To visit Lane."
Vasslo Moor Mansion, built on the isolated Dunland estate, is a place as large as a fortress. The main house is where Varkan and his confidants like Chellos, Yan Luis, and Pessuss live. Their families, servants, and guests were arranged in the western house.
Lane Springwood is also in the West block. When the door opened and closed, it was as dark as night inside.
“Probably needs some ventilation.”
Warm air that has been stagnant for a long time is stuffy. Irel spoke cautiously, causing Pessuss to reveal an indescribable expression.
“Lane doesn't like…”
“Ah.”
It seemed Lane didn't like opening the window. This was not a good sign, Irel looked worried.
“Where is Lane?”
Pessuss led her to the door opposite the living room. He grabbed the door handle, tried to open it, then stopped.
“I will go in first.”
“…? It's up to you.”
Irel wondered at that request, but still nodded. Pessuss knocks on the door.
Knock knock.
A short and urgent knock, just like his character. Waited for a while, but there was no sound from inside.
"Lane. Come in here."
Click, the door opened. And what flew in was a bowl of soup.
Zhuang——!!
“Don't come in!”
Lane's screams were accompanied by the sound of sharp objects breaking.
"Get out! Go somewhere, I don't want to see your face!"
While speaking, coasters, spoons, and decorations kept flying. But because of their weak arm strength, most of them rolled around on the floor, unable to reach the door.
Irel did not predict this situation in advance. Confused, she turned to look at Pessuss. Now she understood why Pessuss asked to go in first.
“Lane. I brought Lady Irel.”
“…Lady Irel?”
Hearing Pessuss' words, the flying objects suddenly stopped. Then there was a rustling sound, and Lane's face appeared among the disheveled hair.
“Lady Irel!”
“Hello Lane, nice to meet you.”
Lane looked at her with half-believing, half-suspicious eyes, finally smiled brightly and ran out barefoot. This welcome cannot be compared to the girl's attitude towards Pessuss.
"Oh my God, I never dreamed that you would come here! I'm so glad to see you healthy. You have no idea how much I've missed you."
Lane held Irel's hand tightly and said with tears in her eyes. But she didn't even glance at Pessuss, showing how deep the gap between the two had become.
."You two keep talking. I'll tell the servant to prepare tea."
Pessuss hurriedly left as if he was running away. Irel thought maybe that would be better. Anyway, on the way here, she briefly explained it to Pessuss.
‘Now the priority is to reassure Lane first.’
Lane's cheeks turned pink with excitement when she saw Irel again after a while, her eyes sparkling. However, if you look closely, the girl has lost weight to the point of being skinny, and between her words there are also sounds of heavy breathing.
In short, the situation is not good. Irel smiled, exchanged greetings with Lane, and waited for the servant to bring tea. Then, she personally poured fragrant chrysanthemum tea into Lane's cup.
"Chamomile tea. It's good for warming the body and treating insomnia. Have a cup."
“Thank you.”
“And snacks too… Oh.”
Irel glanced at the plate of cakes to offer Lane, who looked too thin. She unintentionally let out an exclamation.
“How are you, Lady Irel?”
Lane asked with wide eyes. The girl was very curious about what attracted Irel's attention.
“Ah, it's nothing.”
Realizing her actions, Irel blushed and said.
“I… like chocolate banana muffins.”
And I like it a lot more.
Irel shyly lowered her eyes. The sweet smell of butter and chocolate emanating from the just-baked muffin makes people crazy.
Even the chef is definitely a skilled person. The thick layer of fresh cream spread on the warm muffin is gently melting, gradually seeping into the cake. It is truly an unforgettable sight.
“Ah… Do you like muffins?”
Lane blinked and muttered, then chuckled. That's because Irel, who was originally a noble, always looked noble and mature, suddenly became approachable.
"I have to try one too. Chocolate banana muffin."
"Lane will definitely like it too. That's for sure."
Irel said seriously, picked up the knife and cut the muffin with reverence. A stream of dense chocolate flows from the middle of the soft layer of cake mixed with bananas.
'Right. It has to be this.'
Lane secretly watched Irel do it and then clumsily imitated it. The girl cut a small piece of cake, dipped it in lots of fresh cream and chocolate and put it in her mouth.
“Wow… so delicious.”
Lane covered her mouth with one hand, admiring. Irel also chewed and smiled as if to say 'Is that right?'.
Nothing heals a suffering soul better than a sweet dessert. Lane, who had been filled with sugar and fat for a long time, had a brighter expression than before. Speech becomes more natural and the wall in my heart loosens.
Taking advantage of this moment, Irel cleverly mentioned the crystallization issue.
."It turns out Lady Irel also vomited crystallized balls. Just like you."
"Yes. It's black and about this big, right?"
“That's right.”
“Dù rất đau khổ khi nôn ra, nhưng đó không phải là hiện tượng xấu. Hầu hết những Receiver nôn ra hòn kết tinh đều sống thọ. Dù lý do vẫn chưa được làm rõ.”
Having finished speaking, Irel smiled brightly. Lane looked up at that face, as if dazzled. Even though her natural body features seemed fragile, she did not appear to be sick.
Receiver who vomits crystallized balls will live a long time, so will Irel. Lane was secretly happy about that. But…
“I do not wish to live long, Lady Irel.”
Lane confessed painfully.
“I just want to die as soon as possible. And never be born again.”