A Captive Prince Awaiting Execution Falls In Love With A Young Lady - Episode 8

Three days later.

It was when I finished eating lunch.

I felt an unusually intense thirst and stood up to get some more water.

The caretaker lady is on the first floor.

I picked up the goblet, took a few steps, and noticed something was off.

My legs are unusually unsteady.

Although I opened the door, I stopped moving for a while, leaning against the wall.

It’s not just swaying. By the time I realized it was dizziness, I was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable wave of nausea.

Throwing down the goblet, I desperately cling to the handrail and hurry down the stairs.

Each time, my vision blurs, my stomach rises and twists, trying to expel its contents.

Desperately clenching my molars, I descend the stairs. The last few steps I almost roll down.

Did she notice the sound? I heard an aunt’s voice from around the kitchen saying, “Sirius, dear?” but there was no time to respond.

I rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

I was relieved to make it in time, but soon I was struck by dizziness so severe that I couldn’t support my upper body.

Even with my eyes closed, the swaying doesn’t stop. It feels like being on a small boat tossed by rough waves.

Due to dizziness, nausea occurs in waves.

Clinging to the toilet, I was desperately trying to get the contents of my stomach out.

I don’t know how long that state of affairs lasted.

Before I knew it, I was drenched in sweat and sitting on the toilet.

What the open eyes see is a ceiling spinning around and around. That’s not all. The light is blindingly bright. On top of that, the “colors” that come into view are vivid and brilliant. They shimmer as if dusted with pollen, then swirl and start moving.

“Are you okay?! What happened?!”

Boom.

It feels like water has gotten into my ear, and I can hear the old lady’s voice.

She probably strokes my back and wipes the sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief, but her arms stretch and contract like a monster, so I am startled and twist my body.

However, his body wouldn’t move as he intended at all. Sirius thought he moved quickly, but it was barely a twitch.

“Can you walk? Do you still want to throw up?”

The aunt leans in and asks, but I can’t focus on her face. When I try to force myself to focus, my vision starts to spin again.

It’s okay.

I tried to say that, but my tongue wouldn’t cooperate. “Raihyofu.” A hoarse voice slipped out of my throat.

Somehow, I crawled on the floor trying to stand up, but my whole body felt numb as if it were covered with some kind of cloth. Then, just as I was struck by another severe dizziness, I felt a sharp pain in my temple.

It seems that they fell and hit their temple.

The aunt couldn’t support Sirius’s body by herself, and she was also kneeling on the floor.

“I’ll go call the security!”

What Sirius remembers is as far as that.

The next time I woke up, it was because I thought I heard Judith’s voice.

“Judith…?”

Call the name, and be surprised when you try to open your eyes.

I can’t open my eyes.

At the same time, that dizziness occurs again.

The nauseating feeling of being endlessly spun around in complete darkness.

Even if I wanted to vomit, there’s nothing left in my stomach.

When I clenched my molars, I heard a sound as if my throat was closing around the air.

“Sirius? Are you awake?”

Judith’s voice. Strangely, she had a nasal tone.

I wonder what’s wrong. Did she catch a cold or something? Knowing her, she probably went out dressed too lightly. She should listen to others’ opinions a bit more.

Rubbing my eyes while thinking about such things.

Bari bari to.

Somehow, there’s an unpleasant texture around my eyes, and then a sharp pain follows. The skin around my eyes feels rough. To my surprise, it seems to be eye discharge.

“Wait, Sirius. I’ll wipe you down with a towel.”

Since Judith said so, Sirius decided to obediently comply.

I heard the sound of water, and then a warm towel was pressed against me.

I let out a sigh at the warmth and the soft texture.

And then, slowly opening my eyes.

I couldn’t help but groan.

“Blinding”

It looks like it’s causing a halation effect.

Moreover, it’s not just one color. Various colors, like a child innocently spilling watercolor paint, emit light and stimulate the retina.

“Mr. Sanders!”

Judith screams.

“I’ll cover the window, but it probably won’t work. Sirius, dear. I’ll place a warm towel over your eyes for a while.”

Right after that, a warm towel was placed over my eyes.

As usual, the dizziness is persistent.

Mr. Sanders is probably trying to cover the window with something, just as he said. I heard a clattering sound. Perhaps he brought the screen from the first-floor bathroom all the way up here. That must be what he’s using to cover the window.

“Since the sunset is coming in now… it might be better to keep your eyes closed for a while.”

When I silently nodded at Mr. Sanders’ words, Judith’s voice followed.

“The doctor will be here soon. Sirius, are you okay? Is there anywhere that hurts?”

After that, something cold touches my forehead.

It’s Judith’s finger.

“It’s cold and feels good.”

I can’t help but say that.

“After all, I have a fever too… I wonder what it is, Mr. Sanders. Sirius, could it be some kind of illness?”

To my surprise.

After that, Judith started crying.

And then, finally, I understand.

The reason for her nasal voice.

“It’s no use unless we have a doctor examine it… So far, there hasn’t been any spread of an infectious disease accompanied by vomiting in the neighborhood. Also, since the caretaker woman who ate the same food isn’t showing any symptoms, it doesn’t seem like food poisoning. Well, this can vary depending on the individual and the amount of food consumed…”

Mr. Sanders mutters quietly in the end.

“However, this visual disturbance. This is…”

The sound of the knock drowned out her words.

“Oh! It’s the doctor, Sirius!”

Since Judith is holding Sirius’s hand, the footsteps approaching the door must belong to Mr. Sanders.

Opening the door, they are having some kind of conversation.

“By chance, a monk from the Nalan sect was nearby. It was definitely faster than calling the court physician, so I asked him to take a look, and he came right away.”

Nalan faction.

I’ve heard of Sirius too.

The state religion of this country, Maribalanism, is divided into three major factions based on interpretations of its doctrines and methods of practice.

The Azil faction that the king has officially recognized as “legitimate.”

The Primitive Textualists, who believe that the text of the scriptures is everything and do not accept any scientific interpretations whatsoever.

Then there is the Nalan sect, which believes that only through asceticism and service to God can the world be saved.

I’ve heard that the Nalan faction has recently become quite popular among the southern lords because they possess specialized knowledge in medicine and do not live in collusion with the royal capital’s nobility like the Azil faction.

“Is this the patient?”

Multiple footsteps approached steadily. The voice belonged to a man. It was deep, but perhaps still young.

“That’s right, monk. After I had lunch, I suddenly threw up… and then I passed out… I’m feeling really dizzy!?”

Judith asks, gripping his hand tightly.

“Yes”

Answer in a faint voice.

What is this person’s name?

“I’m Jones. I’m living here for certain reasons.”

Before Judith or Sirius could say anything, Mr. Sanders responded.

Sirius.

You probably want to hide your name.

“I see. Then, ladies, please step out for a moment.”

It’s a different speaker from earlier. This one is a relatively older man. He has a distinctive raspy voice.

“Huh? Is it not allowed?”

Judith was more confused than dissatisfied.

“There may be cases where you need to remove your clothing for the examination. It would be best for all women and girls to leave the room.”

A soft voice overlaps with the hoarse voice of the man. It’s the voice of that young man.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything to Mr. Jones. If surgical treatment is necessary, I’ll let you know then, so don’t worry.”

“Is that so…?”

“It seems that Mr. Jones is very important to you, young lady. Don’t worry. We will support you.”

It seems that after being told off by the young man to that extent, Judith finally decided to leave.

Immediately after letting go, she squeezed tightly just once.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Call me immediately if anything happens.”

“Understood.”

When Sirius answered, it seemed he was prompted by Mr. Sanders to leave. I heard the sound of the door closing with a thud.

After that, the sound of footsteps descending the tower stairs continued, and soon after, the sound of a door opening was heard.

Judging by this brevity, it seems they plan to wait in the room just below.

It is an empty room that Sirius and Judith sometimes use for their mixed martial arts matches.

“Well then. It seems that the visual disturbance has manifested quite strongly.”

A young man’s voice.

“I reduced it to the minimum… but this really varies greatly from person to person.”

The voice of an elderly man.

“From what I can see of this room… well, it can’t be helped. The windows are unusually large. You can’t help but be affected by the light. Oh, you also paint?”

After the voice of the young man, the footsteps recede slightly. Perhaps he is walking to the canvas.

The oil painting I had been working on just a few days ago has already been delivered to the Imperial Court.

Right now, what is leaning against the easel is a charcoal drawing.

“The composition is interesting. Hmm.”

“If you are good at painting, it might be even more likely that you have unusual symptoms related to color perception.”

Hmph, the young man is snorting disinterestedly.

Sirius was perplexed.

In the current situation, you see.

Judith and Mr. Sanders both said that these two are Nalan monks and have medical knowledge.

In fact, they informed women and girls to leave the room because they might have to remove their clothes during the treatment.

Even so.

There is no treatment-like activity being conducted.

On the contrary.

Sirius feels a sudden rush of sweat pouring out from all over his body.

This conversation.

It’s as if I’m the perpetrator.