Chapter 68 Chapter 68 [Detoxification]
"He should wake up by tomorrow night at the latest."
As Mela watched the maid pour the thick medicine into the mouth of the unconscious Fernando, she assured Mrs. Jones, who was standing to the side.
"That would be perfect."
Even Mrs. Jones, who had always maintained a calm and composed demeanor, couldn't help but show a slight softening expression after hearing Mela's words.
She glanced at the deep night outside the French windows. "It's getting late, Catherine. You should take Mela and Prince Lex to rest."
“Then we’ll come again tomorrow.” Hearing this, Lex exchanged a knowing glance with Chelge and left the room first.
Mela then followed them, and led by Catherine, went to the bedrooms on the second floor for the guests to rest.
During this time, Mela's attention was completely drawn to the paintings hanging in the corridor, and she didn't notice Lex's hesitant expression beside her.
Chelge, who was following a step behind Lex, took in Lex's appearance. He found it somewhat unusual and took the initiative to call out to Mela on Lex's behalf: "Miss Mela."
"Is something the matter?" Mela withdrew her gaze from the painting and looked at Chelge.
During the day, upon first meeting Chergo, Merladen felt a sense of familiarity, thinking, "He truly deserves to have grown up with Ducwato."
It's not that the two have very similar personalities, but rather that their carefree and unrestrained temperament is exactly the same.
The difference might lie in the fact that Ducwato's carefree attitude carries a touch of roguishness that occasionally makes people grit their teeth, while Cherk combines this elegance with chivalry, making him a pleasant and easy person to be around.
“No, it’s nothing,” Chelge chuckled. “I’m just curious, the journey from the Dark Forest to Furhorst Territory must be quite arduous.”
Appropriate consideration can easily open someone up, especially since Mela didn't think there was anything to hide, and said frankly, "At first, I didn't expect to come to Furhorst Territory."
"Oh?" Chernobog adopted a posture of being fully attentive to listen.
Mela then looked a little troubled. "I went to Redcliff territory first, met Yuriel, and then decided to go east with her to find someone we both know."
"Is that person currently in Furhorst territory?"
“No, I’m not sure either. Maybe she’s already gone.” Mela glanced at Catherine, who was walking at the front. “Yuriel and I were brought to the manor early this morning, and we haven’t had time to look for that person yet.”
Although Catherine walked alone at the front, she had been secretly watching Mela and Cherge's conversation behind her. Upon hearing Mela's words, she immediately responded:
“I’m sorry, Miss Mela, we are only trying to catch the murderer who dared to impersonate a servant of the manor and poison the Marquis. If you need anything, I will tell you later that once the Marquis wakes up, we will immediately send people to help you search the territory.”
No wonder he's such a capable assistant to Mrs. Jones in managing such a large estate; look at those words, they're so perfectly succinct.
He not only conveyed Mrs. Jones's apology to Mela, but also promised that if Fernando truly woke up as Mela had said, it would be no problem for him to find someone for her in Furhorst territory as a way of repaying her.
The premise is that, as Mela said, Fernando will wake up by tomorrow night at the latest.
"No need for that," Mela declined Catherine's offer.
Leaving aside the fact that Erica might not still be in Furhorst territory at this time, and that she is very likely the one who poisoned Fernando into a coma, Mela couldn't bring herself to ask Mrs. Jones to send someone to help her and Yuriel find her.
Ultimately, once Yuriel recovers, they will be able to find Erica on their own.
However, the thought that she and Yuriel had probably fallen into a trap set by Erika made Mela feel helpless, wondering what had happened.
If Lex hadn't arrived in Furhorst Territory at that exact moment, Mela wouldn't know what method she would have used to escape Furhorst Manor with Yuriel.
Recalling the unexpected encounter with Lex in the drawing room during the day, Mela couldn't help but laugh again.
Lex was also surprised to see Mela at Furhorst Manor, and his surprise was undisguised. "Mela, what are you doing here?"
“Mera? Is this the Miss Mela you mentioned, Your Highness?” Cherge also showed a look of surprise.
He looked at Mela, who was being held by two guards with spears, and couldn't reconcile the fact that the woman in front of him was only considered pretty with the stunningly beautiful witch Lex had described.
Mela was equally surprised; she hadn't expected that Lex would recognize her at a glance after she drank the shapeshifting potion and changed her appearance.
"Lex, don't you think I look a little different than before?" Mela asked cryptically.
Lex pursed his lips. How was he supposed to answer? He recognized her, not because of her appearance, but more like an instinct etched deep in his soul.
"Your Highness, please forgive me for interrupting you, but now is not the time for leisurely conversation."
Cherger suddenly spoke up, then looked at Mrs. Jones, "Jones, please have your men release Miss Mela, for she is the one who saved His Highness's life."
Mrs. Jones clearly realized that Lex's attitude towards the strange woman named Mela was unusual, and immediately said to the two guards, "Didn't you hear me? Release this young lady first, we may have some misunderstandings to clear up."
Since Mrs. Jones had spoken, the two guards immediately followed her orders, releasing the spears that were holding Mela and stepping aside.
Seeing this, Mela turned to the side, indicating that her hands were still tied with rope.
“Catherine, go and untie her ropes, and tell us what happened,” Mrs. Jones added.
Catherine was loyal to Mrs. Jones. Even though she subconsciously felt something was amiss, since she still had doubts about Mela's identity, she didn't utter a word of argument and silently stepped forward to untie the ropes binding Mela's hands.
She then recounted in detail what had happened in the dungeon not long ago.
"Aren't you from Furhorst?" After hearing what had happened, Mrs. Jones also felt that Catherine had done the right thing.
“That’s right, I’m not from Furhorst, but I’m not the person you’re looking for either.” Mela met Mrs. Jones’s gaze with neither humility nor arrogance.
Even though she had no idea who Mrs. Jones was looking for.
But judging from Catherine's attitude and the treatment they received at Furhorst Manor, it was clear that Mrs. Jones's attempt to find this person was not for anything good.
"Madam, has something happened?"
At the same time, Lex realized that something rather unpleasant had happened at Furhorst Manor before his arrival, to the point that Mrs. Jones had gone to such lengths and made such a commotion just to capture a redhead.
"...Something happened to Fernando."
Having reached this point in the conversation, there was no longer any need to hide it. Mrs. Jones confessed to Lex and the others that Fernando had suddenly fallen into a coma and that even the doctors they had called in were helpless.
"...The doctors believe it's the work of a witch. They've never seen such a strange illness before. Fernando looks like he's asleep, but he hasn't woken up for two whole days and nights," Mrs. Jones sighed.
"A witch?" Lex inevitably shifted his attention to Mela.
However, he was careful not to reveal Mella's identity to Mrs. Jones.
If Mrs. Jones were to learn that Mela was actually a witch, even Lex would not believe that his reputation could clear Mela's name.
On the contrary, Mela took the initiative to say to Mrs. Jones, "If it was the witch who did it, I can bring the person you're talking about back to consciousness. But I have a condition: I need you to have that healer Aaron cure Yuriel."
"You?" Mrs. Jones's eyes changed instantly.
Someone as intelligent as her immediately realized that even if Mela herself wasn't a witch, she must be inextricably linked to the real witches.
“If you don’t mind, let me go and take a look first. I need to get more details from him personally,” Mela suggested.
"good."
To Lex's surprise, Mrs. Jones readily agreed without him even needing to speak up for Mela.
She also had her own considerations.
What does it matter if Mela is a witch, as long as she can bring Fernando back to his senses? If Mela really is a witch, wouldn't it be even easier for her to deal with the trouble caused by witches? Why would she refuse?
Besides, with so many of them watching, Mela couldn't possibly do anything to Fernanki.
So the group went to Fernando's room.
After carefully observing Fennanki's condition, Mela immediately offered to go to the kitchen to brew the antidote.
"Fortunately, this is just the effect of drinking a large amount of the Dream Potion."
"This drug can make people have sweet dreams all night long, but if you drink too much, you will be immersed in the sweet dream and unable to wake up on your own."
"Is that all? Then why does Fernando look so pale?" Mrs. Jones asked anxiously.
“Because the person who gave him the Dream Potion increased the dosage of one of the herbs, which is actually a very common poison often used by healers to numb the pain in patients, so that they would not do anything irrational in pain,” Mela added calmly.
For example, bouncing away like a shrimp, or screaming uncontrollably, and then punching the doctor while struggling.
Soon, with the help of the kitchen servants, Mela quickly prepared a potion that looked and smelled terrible.
The brown, viscous liquid was as disgusting as mud dug out of a swamp.
But Fernando had already lost consciousness, and even when the maidservant poured such disgusting medicine into his mouth with a spoon, he did not react at all.
After all that commotion, night fell like a tide, and candlelight was lit everywhere in the manor.
Mela also went to the room that Catherine had prepared for her to rest.
Before leaving, Catherine told Mela that Yuriel was resting in the room next to hers, and that Dr. Aaron had given her medicine and that she believed Yuriel would recover soon.
Mela nodded and said she understood.
Even if this is just a bedroom that is vacant year-round and only used by guests, the expensive vases on the cabinets, the silver kettle next to the dresser, and the embroidered rug in front of the bed will make the guests realize that this is a manor built with money by the Furhorst family, which is very much in line with what an ancient noble family should own.
As Mela sat in the rocking chair covered in soft velvet, she suddenly felt that she should also have such a rocking chair.
However, as the rocking chair swayed gently, Mela felt as if she had forgotten something.
Silas, who had been hovering over Furhorst Manor, trying not to alert anyone to intrude and gather information, thought: "?"
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