I shake my body gently to keep Clay boy awake.
Then, naturally, he was not in good health. There was no reason to jump up well, but he gradually awakened his consciousness.
"Brother, I've come to cure your illness!
"... Ugh.... Mizette? Why is Mizette here? And you?
When the young girl spoke well to her brother, Clay looked at me alternately with Miss Mizette in her bedroom with a puzzled look on her face.
When I applied healing magic and temporary treatment in the evening, Clay didn't seem to remember me because he was sleeping badly.
No way.
"Hi Dear Clay, I am a cleric who has been consulted by your grandfather, former Count Wilson Galhart, and has come to administer your treatment. I was actually going to treat you even at noon tomorrow, but the..., Miss Mizette blamed me..."
"What! Are you saying it's my fault?
I thought you wouldn't convince me that I would suddenly treat you, so I'll just use Mizette as a shield to talk about the circumstances that forced me to bring you here.
Perhaps this young lady is always around getting directions to her bedroom without anyone finding her, and this is how she occasionally comes to see how her brother is doing.
Of course they don't come that often, but this young girl could actually do it if she wanted to.
"Oh, is that what you mean... My sister's bothering you all again."
"I'm not. Brother, I'm not bothering you. This is necessary."
"Yes, yes, Mizette looks like a Mizette even today is fine"
Clay laughs like she gave up, but strokes her sister's head like she's relieved somewhere.
Again, he had guessed, and this didn't seem to be the first time he's taken forceful measures like this.
As soon as I put my sister out to pick her up, Clay was convinced of my explanation.
"Well, that's why I'm going to give you a quick cure to convince your daughter first."
"Thank you very much. But you look about my age, and you can already use healing magic. Wow. That's the cleric your grandfather brought in."
Apparently he thinks I use healing magic, but that's not it.
Recovery magic hasn't been effective against viral illnesses in the first place.
From the people of this day and age, I guess I'll just have to use healing magic to maintain my strength and wait for the disease to heal naturally because I don't have that kind of knowledge, but I have the cold pills I've bought on Earth.
I don't know how effective it is for people in different worlds, but well as far as the symptoms are concerned, I have a cold, so if I take my medication and sleep, it will heal soon.
So I feed the rice balls to weak bodies who don't have an appetite and haven't eaten much.
"Here you go."
"... What's this?
"It's the portable food I have and the secret medicine. As a cleric, I have seen, it seems that recovery magic is not very effective for Master Clay's illness. So this time we decided to treat it from a different direction."
"Oh, is that like a healing pill the alchemists have?"
"Exactly."
Not at all, but I don't think anyone in this world would know if I explained the details, so for now I'll use the mistake Clay thinks of the cold medicine as a potion or some kind of relative.
I nodded in the face and handed him the vinyl stripped rice balls, natural water, and cold medicine.
"Wow, yummy! I've never eaten anything like this before!
"That's good"
"Huh? Is it that good? Hey, hey."
Apparently, the tuna mayo (120 yen including tax) bought at the convenience store suits the mouths of people from different worlds, and Clay eats the rice balls as they become full of delight.
Speaking of which, I've only been here once to experience this mansion meal, but I do think the quality of the meal would improve my armament on rice balls.
It's just so surprising, isn't it?
Well, whatever it is, if it's delicious, it's good.
By the way, look at my brother. Mizette sends me a hot glance, but ignores it.
Watch my brother eat deliciously with his fingers crossed.
This is revenge for the young girl, who made an unscrupulous demand on me.
... I don't know how small the vessel is.
"My body's pounding."
"That was good. Now pour this medicine in with water."
"Yeah."
"Hey, what about mine?
My gaze is getting tighter and tighter, gradually stepping through the misette, and I make Clay take my pills.
But what is pokapoka?
Of course, the metabolism is temporarily elevated due to what I ate. I can tell, but it won't suddenly warm up as much as I ate the rice balls from the convenience store.
I can't solve it.
And after taking the pill as instructed, Clay suddenly gave a frightened look.
"... Huh?...... su, wow"
"What's wrong, brother?
"Awesome, Mizette, my body is light! My throat doesn't hurt, and I'm not going to cough! The illness's healed!
Huh!?
That's not why!
Oh, that's so stupid...!
There's no way you can second kill a disease because of how good the Earth's cold pills are.
Medicine isn't working on that principle, so I don't have trouble getting it to go with fantasy wonder powers that say magic or anything.
But when I got there, I was surprised Clay was feeling better. I put my hand on his forehead and measured the heat.
"Seriously, the fever is dropping..."
"Oh, no!? I guess you're not trying to fool me! If you're lying, go to jail, go to jail!
Don't tell me.
I really don't have a fever, so I guess I can't help it.
It's me who panics, but the result is the result.
What the hell happened?
"This is Mizette! What a way to speak to the priest who gave me precious healing pills! It's because of this guy that I'm cured, isn't it?
"But brother, if this guy is lying..."
"How do you lie? I know my illness has healed, but is there any way to deceive me?
"... um, sure"
Apparently, Mizette trusted what her brother Clay had to say, and she changed her mind when she saw her brother who suddenly regained her energy.
But I know what it's like to be suspicious.
Even though I didn't use magic in particular, my brother, who was about to suffer earlier, suddenly got better.
If I were in Mizette's shoes, I would never trust you.
I mean, seriously, what's going on?
"Well fine! Even if this guy is suspicious, it's true your brother is feeling better! I'll let your mother and father know!
Huh!?
No, that goes first!
I could persuade him because his brother Clay is a child and a dear character, but I don't know how his father or grandfather would judge this situation.
Anyway, I said I'd be treating you tomorrow at noon, and you'd think that the person who said that was going to be here was going to do something about it, and more importantly, when the lady tells you she wasn't in the room.
We have to stop it at all costs.
"Uh, no, wait, ma'am."
"Mother. Ah! Father. Well, ahhh! Your brother's illness has healed. Ah!!!
I try to stop it, but shake off my stop......, or a toddler girl bursting out of her ear from the start.
I was already running away far away when I tried to speak up.
And shout it out.
Oh, it's over.