Keith caught a brilliant cold because of it.
It may seem impossible because of all that I've done. But Keith's body was critical safe if he was to have sex from three hours off the scale.
As the story goes, Keith's body couldn't help but catch a cold in that desolation.
But then Aisha attacked me and stabbed me to a stop.
Keith, licked and rolled around his body by scattered Aisha on the floor, not in bed, and left the sentence intact, fell asleep as if he had fainted, resulting in a brilliant cold.
Lou woke me up, and when I came out of the bathroom to wash my body to make sure I didn't smell like three women,
"Funya!? Husband, your nose is running like a waterfall!!
"Fudge?
Rubbing his nose at the pointing, his nose was dripping brilliantly. Keith squeaks with a red face when he sees it in disdain.
"Ahhh, I think I have a cold...... I don't feel the bath hot at all...... dude, dude!!
Keith, who sprinkles his nose wide and shakes his body, felt the chills increase every second, besides the physical savings hurting.
Measuring the heat, it was 39 degrees, and Keith tried to cure magic that this was definitely a cold to perfection.
Instead of enhancing the body's natural healing abilities, a high healing magic that converts magic from the outside into energy can heal the disease as long as it is not so difficult.
I have to know exactly what the symptoms of the disease are for that, but there's no problem because that's Keith, who was a former psychotherapist, healing magic specialist.
And Keith remembered when he thought that magic was a demonic stone. Yes, the Demon Blood Stone has been used to hold Nia and Leonora.
Since it was applied not only to myself but also to Nia and Leonora, the intrinsic magic of the Demonic Blood Stone is now zero.
I mean, simply put, Keith is in a state where he can't use any magic on himself right now.
I guess the moment I thought it sucked, I had a mental load, nausea coming up from the bottom of my stomach, and Keith threw up in the trash. I couldn't afford to run into the bathroom.
When I said I would throw up, there was nothing in my stomach, so only my stomach flu and saliva were blurred, but this reflux was also swollen and my strength was taken.
Lou came and rubbed my back when I was in tears and doing oeoeoe.
"Husband, do you want a doctor? I'll call it myself!
"Yes, no, it's just a cold... hey, hey!! Take your pills and go to sleep and it will heal...... so, yaho!! Whoa!!
"It doesn't look okay at all. You should see a doctor."
It was Lou who told the doctor what was most natural about him, but I can't and I don't want to tell anyone that the reason I caught a cold was to scale off for three hours to go to a woman's room and get attacked by another woman who was angry.
Plus, a few prides as medical surgeons refused to get doctors because they had a cold.
It is the pride of a wretched man. You can laugh a lot.
But Lou looked worried about the water and brought cold medicine from where he was later instructed to give it to Keith.
Drinking it, he seemed to throw up, but when he was forced to pour it into his stomach, Keith left Gero intact and dived into bed.
I still can't get out of the cold, so I slept with the addition of a blanket for the winter but still trembling, Lou walked into bed and replaced me with a hot tub.
even the warmth of the cat. It was still cold but still better, so
"... it would be great if this were a beautiful woman"
"Complaining... Stinking old man... Stinking old man"
"Don't complain so much... oh, no, I'm in the body"
Keith was asleep at some point as he said something nagging.
When I woke up, I felt like I'd been asleep for a very long time, but it hasn't been practically an hour yet.
Keith tried to ask Lou for another blanket as the cold grew as he stunningly experienced the time-sensitive madness of having a cold.
But I couldn't feel a cat in the bed or anywhere in the room.
"Lou... hey, no cat ~... damn, my sick husband left me... hahahahahahahahaha"
The chill was still there and the door to the room opened when I was feeling weak.
Looking at me as I indulged in the laziness of the days, there stood a faceless elf, and when she saw Keith, she came closer,
"Sir, are you okay?
He asked me mixing sounds like he was worried while not showing much emotion.
"Don't be... sausage sausage sausage oh... more or less. For me. No."
Berna took off her clothes silently and came into bed to Keith, who would rattle her teeth and ask her to.
Berna in her underwear gently hugs Keith from her back.
"I'm here...... please sleep in peace. It's okay. I'll always be there."
He strokes his thin body gently with his spinning arm snuggling it against Keith's back.
Keith meditated her eyes as she almost cried, gaining peace of mind as if she had been held by her mother.
The chill didn't go away as usual, but still the relief put Keith to sleep.
Then the next time I woke up was after about two hours.
I dreamed of being buried alive in the desert by a terrible heat.
"Guh!" he woke up groaning, understanding that the cold turned to heat in his dreams.
The cold in my spine has disappeared like a lie so far, and instead flutters similar to those in my body called dalliness and fire lighting are attacking me as well as the raucous heat and dizziness.
When I accidentally groaned, Berna, dressed back, was chilling the towel with simple sorcery.
Berna approaches silently when she realizes what happened to Keith.
"Have you woken up?
"... don't be ridiculous, there's one."
"Yes, the tremor stopped, so I was wondering... now I'm going to change your futon to thin."
Berna, who was holding Keith tight, was getting out of bed and preparing herself for a lot when she felt the tremor healed and her body heat went up and down.
Turn the blanket into a thin piece of fabric and place a chilled towel under Keith's armpit and neck muscle at that time.
It is not wet because it is cooled by magic and the futon and bedding are not damp.
Then I let him drink the honey lemon water that Keith's body gently supported and made.
"I think I'm going to sweat. Beware of dehydration."
As the sweet and sour taste descended down his throat, Keith was relieved that his hot body felt moistened.
"Don't thank me."
Forget the respects and thank Keith already. Berna started cleaning out the blankets and glasses by stroking her head without a look on her face.
Keith fell asleep again watching it sideways.
And now I wake up in about an hour and a half. I felt intensely weird dreaming, but when I woke up, I couldn't even remember the shards.
It was just so sweaty that the futon was wet that my hands wiped my forehead wet and glowed.
But as for my body, it was easier than I thought, and I took a breather and reached out to drink the honey lemon Berna had prepared for me.
Then before that, Berna takes a glass and supports Keith to make him drink.
"... Pfft, thank you... uh, have you been here forever?
Keith asked Berna, finally ready to be considered.
Berna offered a glass with no expression,
"Yes... Um, I'm going to change the bedding and the sheets, so please just sit here for a moment."
Berna, who replied and then sat Keith in the chair, switched the sheets first, put Keith back in bed, took off his bedtime clothes and wiped his body with a dry towel.
Keith was wiped all over his body by Berna, thinking he was very used to it, and cleansed up to his lower body.
Keith, who was then forced to wear another pair of underwear and bedtime clothes, lay down on his new sheet and wrapped around a futon that Berna would put on.
to Berna to clean up the laundry in the futon,
"Um, but how did you know I had a cold?
When headaches, chills and nausea were the limits, I wondered, but when I think about it, I notice something strange.
If I had a cold, I'd take a break from work. But I kind of know Berna would come, but I don't know why she knew that in the first place.
Berna to Keith, who looks moistened by the heat that floats the question mark,
"Lou told me that your husband had caught a cold earlier... so I took a break."
"Oh, no cat..."
Seeing that the cat had limitations, Lou asked Berna for help after working until Keith fell asleep.
I only made it Berna because I decided it would be better suited to this kind of thing than Aisha.
In fact, Berna, who looked very familiar, was nursing in perfect shape by finishing what she needed next.
(Glad I kept it...... really)
It is the best pet I can take care of my penis as well as nursing.
Making a fool out of the bottom of his heart of a man who let go of such a best woman. Keith stared at Berna, who would cool the towel again.
But what's Keith doing while watching it? I'm stuck with myself.
Berna's in front of you, so why don't we just talk about healing magic?
That will improve the situation in one shot when you are so lazy and in no mood. Keith asked Berna to do some healing magic while she was stunned at herself for not having thought of it before.
But what returned was a confusing reply.
"No, sir."
"Huh?"
Suddenly in rebellion? That's what I thought.
"Colds have to be cured naturally by taking medicinal herbs. You can never use healing magic."
"Huh? Ha... you know, because in Teito and where I used to live, it's normal to cure colds with magic."
"... healing magic weakens the healing abilities that are inherently available. So I shouldn't."
Keith, a medical magic expert, had never heard of it before.
(Ko, is that it? Is he the one who thinks about the Elves disease?... Wow, that makes it hard)
Depending on race and race, the preference for treating the disease is a thousand different. If there are tribes that stab acupuncture to cure the disease, there are places where surgical procedures take precedence over magical medicine.
In it, I guess the elves are a naturalist species who believe in herbs and the body's natural healing abilities.
If I think about it, I can also convince you that no one noticed the abnormal formation of Nia's magical path.
I guess it wasn't thought that Nia couldn't use magic because she wasn't thinking about medical magic in the first place, or that she could cure it with magical treatment.
This may still be said to be a unique concept of a species that rarely becomes ill and long-lived.
I guess the elves don't even think about wanting to cure the cold quickly. It is the family of the boulder forest.
"Um, but, you know, I'm fine, and this fever is killing me..."
I managed to try to convince Berna, but Berna, whose roots were stubborn, quietly said, "You shouldn't," and let him drink the herbal tea he had prepared back with a futon.
moderately bitter. When you finish drinking that,
"I think this will cure you if you sleep another night. Anything you want to eat?
It's clear that you won't listen to me if you give me this far, so I decided to leave it to you.
I didn't even want to put out my opposing health right now was the real deal. Above all, I don't think Berna's nursing is bad.
"Well, the one with the white peaches soaked in syrup...... I want some"
"Yes, I'm in awe. I'm going shopping."
Berna, bowing her head, tried to leave the room intact, but as she remembered before that, as she approached Keith, she kissed her lips lightly, besides licking her lips perky.
"Please sleep quietly. I'll be right back."
"... you have a cold, don't you?
"Not if your husband has a cold... I'm going"
Even at a time like this, Keith thought, dropping off Berna, who goes shopping with no expression at all.
(That must be awesome - be a good mother. Yeah)
Stubborn but gentle and not complaining about taking care of him. It is truly a mother oriented elf. The contents of the habit are the perfect mazopet.
"Mazopets with kids...... wow, what the fuck is that horny"
Keith, energized to say something stupid, stared straight into the ceiling and fell asleep.
Now he slept without a nightmare, but he woke up on the way because the door had been knocked.
Keith stared at the door as he lay down, not being done but still sweating slightly and wetting his bedtime clothes.
Berna should be able to open it in silence so as not to wake me up, and I reply wondering who it would be. Then from beyond the door,
"Oh, um... I, Arsi..."
Keith woke up in a hurry with his lazy body when he heard a pouty maid.
"Huh? Arsi?... Oh, sorry, come in because it's open"
"… sorry to disturb you, I will"
The door opened with the naughty words, and a pompous, adorable face peered through the hallway.
That's definitely Arsi, and she enters the room in a chirp.
"I'm sorry, I'm here...?
"No, I'm fine. What's more important than that?
"Oh, uh... Mr. Keith's user-demon told me Mr. Keith had a cold when he came for dinner"
"So you went out of your way?
Arsi shyly showed a tray with a meal on it.
"This, the chef I was listening to with, said it would help with the cold... so"
There was a delicious looking risotto on there. That's what you came to deliver.
"... thanks, I'm glad. I'm gonna eat, just give me a minute."
Arsi rushed to stop Keith from trying to get out of bed.
"Shit, ah... I'm going that way. Because I'll feed you."
For Keith, who caught a cold while lighting up, Arsi sat in bed from herself, leaving a tray to prepare a meal.
Napkins on Keith's sleeping collar, water nearby, and a spoon to spoon while lost,
"Ha, yes... um... do?
The soft-faced, pompous made-up elf that turned bright red to his pointy ears on his dialogue brought the risotto on a wooden spoon closer to Keith's mouth.