Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"By the way, Lan. Actually, I want to ask you something too ~. May I ask you one thing ~?

".................." Pickle

In the carriage carrying the patients. Randy was asked a question that accidentally flew from Cortex. She seems to have somehow solidified when she says she hasn't heard the real question yet. Is that simply because Cortex's talk was not heard in the noise of the city or because of some special circumstance…. However, the appearance seemed to have an atmosphere such as fitness.

Cortex, on the other hand, continued his questioning words as he continued to observe how the patients were doing, not noticing Randy, who had hardened.

"How could Lan have been a practitioner in a nursing home if her main job was supposed to be a liquor store ~? I think it's a profession with no connection at all ~..."

With that said, with a rugged look on his face, Cortex tilts his neck. If you want to add another word, take the hand of the patient you were seeing and point that elusive gaze there. As a result, the patient she was seeing gradually blues her face, but of course, there was not something wrong... Cortex was just thinking about Randy's difficult profession to understand.

For Randy's part, somehow he sighs in a ho... I slowly started answering Cortex's questions.

"Dear Col (...), you know about my brother, don't you?

"Uh-huh. Top politicians in this country ~... below one of them, right?

"At the top is Master Vega, so you do have one down there. If you think about it... don't you think you should just feed me with your brother's power? That way you don't have to work."

"... I mean, you work to be independent because you don't want to bother your brother ~, do you? That's the word I'd like you to hear from our noble bonbongs ~"

"Oh yeah...... Uh... our house was originally a liquor store. My brother originally planned to succeed me, but there were circumstances that led me to succeed him. But liquor stores, if you don't keep making a lot of alcohol, it's hard not to make a good profit. Especially now, our liquor store…"

"You extinguished it all because of the" fire fall "~..."

"... hiccup?

"No. I mean, alcohol's all gone bad, huh?

"... yeah, that's right. So, in order to make a living, I used the knowledge taught by my mother and brother to work in a nursing home, that's why. Becoming a practitioner was very difficult..."

"That would have been tough ~. I guess my little girl had such a big hard time not understanding..."

That's what I said, emotionally, Cortex nodding over and over again. There's still a patient's arm in her hand like that... Before Cortex, who suddenly began to snort, the patient still seemed bewildered.

"No, that's not..."

"Well, well, without such modesty. Even I don't know the details, but I know how hard it is to look at people. Can't you take this as my compliment ~?

"Oh yeah...... But isn't Master Cole having a hard time, too? You're in Mid-Eden, you're in a great position, aren't you?

"No ~. It's no big deal ~? It's just an easy job to use politicians and nobles with your jaws. Besides, at birth, the chair now in Mid-Eden was available from the beginning ~"

"So... after all, king?

"That's a little bit different ~. I (...) respond (...), because it is a position that cannot be held unless elected by the people, so it is not a lifelong employment system ~"

"I don't know... anyway, you're the great one"

and mouth it, Randy trying to convince herself somehow. She seemed to imagine what it was like to be required by the people to hold great positions in the country from birth... As a result, it is unclear what figures have come to mind in her head. It just never seemed like a good thing when I saw her with a rugged look on her face.

Then the two of them return to check the patient's condition….

Once again, Cortex spoke more or less of this question in terms of whether or not to reach his destination, the Royal Castle, in a short while.

"... Oh, yes, I did ~. Speaking of which, there was one more thing I wanted to ask ~"

"Huh? What is it?

And now, Randy returns a normal response to Cortex's question.

But......

Cortex, who approached unexpectedly, took a small mouthful of questions in her ear and she would accidentally change her expression.

"(Something tells me that Lord Vega, the Demon King of this country, has more attached to him like a attending doctor called” The Practitioner ”~... does Lan know ~?

"?!"

"(Oops, I can't do this anymore. The question seemed a little bad. To put it more plainly ~... Lan, how could you have turned into a" practitioner ”or something at the dinner party yesterday? And even wear men's clothes ~............)"

And at the party venue last night, Cortex was actually enjoying Alborosa cuisine hidden under his desk, as well as macrophages. From her eyes like that, she seemed to know exactly who the practitioner was.