I Would Like To Live A Different Life If I Could Go Back In Time - Episode 69

“……Understood.”

I will cast the confession spell on former General Brol and ask him some questions.

“Who is the person that Grandmaster Brol hates the most?”

“It’s myself.”

“Why?”

“Useless, weak, narrow-minded, unable to help even one person. Because I did something contrary to chivalry.”

“I want you to swear loyalty to me. Can you do it right now?”

I tried to see how far I could go with being mean before it would be considered resistance.

Former General Brol, with a slightly pained expression.

“I cannot. I have sworn my loyalty to Your Majesty.”

“That’s right. Why did you summon a magical beast to Prince Randolph’s tea party?”

It seems to have some influence on my thoughts as well.

“I was merely following the Duke of Brenst’s orders. I had no idea it would summon the magical beast.”

“After the evacuation, how did His Highness Randolph move?”

“After Prince Randolph put on a smiling face and greeted the young ladies, he was worried about whether Lady Yuria was injured. I heard he collapsed after returning to his room.”

“Why did they collapse?”

“The palace doctor said it was the backlash from overexertion.”

I’m concerned about Lord Randolph, but it feels like there’s no point in the confession magic if it’s like this.

“Why did you decide to cooperate with Duke Brenst?”

“Because I was in massive debt.”

“Why did you take out a loan?”

As expected, it seems he doesn’t want to reveal the reason for his involvement in the incident, just as the gatekeeper said, and his expression looks a bit pained.

“…for my daughter.”

“Your daughter’s name is Sheila, right? Is she sick?”

“It’s a magical illness. Soon, my daughter’s life will come to an end.”

“Magic sickness, you say!?”

There are several types of magical diseases, but they are all considered incurable. It is said that the only way to prolong life is to repeatedly request the help of wizards, using special magical circles to remove magical clumps or deplete magical energy.

I understand why former General Brol had a huge debt, as all the treatment methods require high costs.

It seems that former General Brol doesn’t want to talk much about his daughter, and he looks like he’s trembling and in pain.

“Is Sheilard going to die? Oh, how unfortunate, isn’t it? Dying without being seen off by your father?”

“I wanted to stay by Sheilard’s side until the end too!!!! Damn you, Brenst! Die, ugh…”

Just as I was getting excited, the spell was forcibly broken by my master.

“Yuria, you provoked him on purpose, didn’t you? There are ways to excite him and make him easier to talk to alleviate the pain, but in this case, it’s just a bad move. I also felt a bit of mental manipulation magic. Probably unconsciously, though. No matter how much practice it is, breaking someone’s mind is out of the question.”

“Master. Former General Brol, I’m sorry.”

The former commander-in-chief, Brol, gasped for breath, his shoulders heaving, while managing a slight smile.

“It’s okay. This is nothing. I understand that Lady Yuria was just trying to provoke me so that I wouldn’t make things difficult for her.”

“It’s magic that doesn’t suit Yuria. It’s troublesome because she can use various spells simultaneously without incantations.”

“Master, I’m sorry.”

“Yuria, do you have any other questions for Brol?”

“When did Lord Sheilard start having magical power disease?”

“Perhaps it was around the time my daughter turned fifteen. As her body grew, her magical power increased, and her body could no longer support the magic.”

I see.

“Lady Yuria, please don’t be disheartened. Your kindness can sometimes give enemies an opening to exploit.”

“That’s true.”

“Well, are we done talking? I’m heading back.”

“Yes, Master. Lord Brol, excuse me.”

After giving a slight bow, I returned to the room with my master using teleportation magic.

“Yuria, shall I guess what you’re thinking?”

“……”

With his arms crossed, Master Joan has a dissatisfied look on his face.

“You want to fix Sheilard for Brol, don’t you?”

“……Yes.”

The master let out an exaggerated sigh.

“The treatment for magic power syndrome hasn’t progressed. First of all, there are very few patients, and doctors can’t create magic tools. Wizards aren’t as specialized in treatment as doctors, and even if they make the few special magic tools, it doesn’t make a profit. Besides, he was deceived by Duke Brenst.”

“Were you deceived?”

“Ah. I was introduced to a magician by the duke’s family for treatment, but they charged me several times the usual price. This is a secret from Brol-kun, but I heard from the captured magician that they only provided the bare minimum of treatment.”

“Well then, is there still a way?”

“Well, if you want to give it a try, go ahead. I’ve realized that Yuria is completely unsuited for espionage.”

The master, pretending to be indifferent, took a seat, pulled out a teapot from somewhere, and started drinking tea.

“Understood! I’ll go meet Miss Sheilard!”

“Ah, go ahead.”

I set off for Miss Sheilard’s residence, thinking that any day I decided to go would be a lucky day.

Of course, I haven’t forgotten to take care of Lord Randolph either.