Risou no Himo Seikatsu

A few months after Yoshijiro made his difficult social debut at the festival.

Even in the southern kingdom of Karpua, days like when a daytime thermometer shows over forty degrees on a boulder or more than thirty-five degrees at night do not last for days.

These days, the highest temperatures in the day have been slightly over thirty degrees, making it easier to spend less than twenty-five degrees at night.

For about this, a fan without ice is enough during the day, and I don't have to work the cooling especially at night to have trouble sleeping.

The Karpu kingdom does not have "four seasons" as easy to understand as Japan, but if you look closely at the landscape outside through the window of the rear palace, you can see that there are many differences.

When I came, thin petal flowers, like blue and purple daffodils, bloom in flower beds with large red and yellow rings of flowers, and the shadows of the sun that plug in extend just a little longer. A few months ago, both the feathers that were burning and repelling mosquito strike incense at the windows and, more recently, the number of birds that have become ringing at dusk seem to have changed.

It's not as dramatic a change as we call it the 'Four Seasons', but may I say "the seasons have changed" once and for all?

Whatever it is, it's definitely been an extraordinarily easy season to spend compared to when you first came.

But Yoshijiro at heart was not in a state where he could enjoy such a calm season.

Sachiro sleeps in his bedroom caged from daytime onwards and round his body like a fetus on a bed.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Its breathing is thin and its breathing is hot. The cheeks are red, and from the forehead and neck muscles, perspiration is constantly gushing. Even though it has cooled down, there should be temperatures around thirty degrees during the day, its body, which is wearing a duvet softly to its jaw, is rattling and trembling so as not to withstand the cold from earlier.

Eventually, the unfamiliar electronic sound of a pea from inside the futon rings small in this world.

"Ugh..."

Sachiro, who painstakingly stopped hearing the sound, gossips in the futon, taking the 'thermometer' that was pinched under his armpit and blanketing it in front of his face.

"38.3 °C"

The figures displayed on the digital thermometer showed values more than twice higher than Yoshijiro's flat fever.

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Yoshijiro fell asleep with a fever.

The first action taken by Aura, who was informed of it a short time before lunch, was to notify officials working in the rear chamber not to come from the rear chamber and to look after their own health.

My fevered husband is worried, but Aura is king. Prevention for the Queen not to be befallen by the Devil takes precedence over rescuing the Queen's companion from the hands of the Devil.

Once she stopped working and went back to her private room in the royal palace, Aura immediately summoned a doctor from the royal family to diagnose herself.

On a chair made of braid, Aura, who was opening her mouth wide and showing the back of her throat, closes her mouth after the old doctor's words, "Yes, that's enough".

"What do you say?

"Yes, I'm fine. At least, at the moment, to Your Majesty, I see no signs of illness"

In response to a brief Aura question, the old doctor answered with a soft grin.

To the doctor's answer, Aura leaks her breath of inner relief while maintaining an intimidating, harsh look.

Good. Medical technology in this world doesn't bring absolute relief either, as it hasn't made much progress, but it seems reassuring and good to begin with from the doctor's tone.

If our safety is guaranteed, Aura can also put words on her mouth as a wife, not as a king.

"Right. Now, do the trick, but ask for my son-in-law, who is sleeping in the rear palace"

Medical professionals are the few exceptions to the men's restraining rear house. Female doctors rarely exist in the Karpua kingdom in the centre of men's society. As a result, unless the doctor makes an exception, residents of the rear palace will no longer be able to hang the doctor even if they are exposed to the disease.

"Yes, let's do everything we can"

The old doctor, when the gentleness accepted with a smile, withdrew with the permission of the queen.

Fabio Deubaje enters the room, acting as Aura's secretary, trying to be replaced.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty. How was your condition?

To the fine middle-aged secretary, Aura smiles small and jumps the instructions quickly.

"Oh, I have no problem. Dr. Michelle asked me to turn straight to see his son-in-law. Depending on your medical condition, I would like to use the 'Treasure of Healing' for my son-in-law, but let me know your opinion."

To the term 'healing jewel', Secretary Fabio jumped a pickle and a single eyebrow, but immediately shook his neck vertically, indicating his consent.

"... right. If you don't hear the results of Dr. Michelle's diagnosis, you can't make a clear statement, but if Mr. Zenzilow's disease seems to be like death, you can't even think about it. We can't lose Master Zenzilow right now."

"Treasure of Healing" is a magical monument made in the two kingdoms of Shalova Jilbaer, a great power in the middle of the southern continent.

The Sharois royal family of "Grant Magic" and the Pope Zilbert family of "Heal Magic". The effect of the 'Treasure of Healing', also known as the crystal of both royal magic techniques, is immense.

On boulders, the injured and sick, who cannot regain the regeneration of the missing areas or the five senses lost, but whose lives were essentially not saved using healing jewels, are said to be almost non-existent.

A 'panacea' that exists in this world with only the degree of medical technology to which hairs have grown in the medieval Muslim region. Moreover, if there are only a dozen of its makers in the world, it may well be worthwhile to say that one 'healing jewel' can be valued enough for a small country to tilt.

The Kingdom of Karpua is a fingerfolding power that triumphs over the western part of the southern continent, a friendly country that has quite a relationship with the two kingdoms of Sharova Zilbel, but still holds only three 'healing jewels' at present.

The purchase is ridiculously expensive, but even if you pack money, there is absolutely no guarantee that you can buy it. That's the healing jewel.

"Well, if you say so, don't worry."

In response to Secretary Fabio, Aura seeps the color of relief into her expression. The moment I heard that Aura herself, Yoshijiro, had fallen, I thought about using "The Treasure of Healing," but I couldn't figure out for myself whether that judgment was due to emotion as a wife or reason as a king.

If you think calmly, at this stage where Aura has not yet had a child, it is one thing that rocks the kingdom to be killed by Sanjiro, anyone who is noble can understand. I guess that means Aura's thoughts were so dull that she couldn't even make those decisions.

If you need help, you can use the "Treasure of Healing". Having regained his daily calmness thanks to reaching that conclusion, Aura attaches her right elbow to the elbow hanging of the chair and a cheek wand.

"Nevertheless, in the morning, when I woke up, I thought my son-in-law was very normal, too. What disease did you suffer from"

"Your Majesty, who is with you every night, has not developed a disease, so I was wondering if it was likely that he would have suffered a disease of the kind that only took once."

To Secretary Fabio's words, Aura thinks with her cheek cane poked.

Once hung, the disease will never occur again.

Aura has also had several experiences with such diseases in the past.

"A disease that only hangs once, I've had in the past, pimped in the morning but developed before noon...... hey, is that it?

But adding another condition there, "Nothing happened until morning, but my condition suddenly deteriorated before noon," narrows the name of the disease Aura can come up with to one.

How calmer than Aura, Secretary Fabio would have gotten to that sick name in no time.

"Perhaps, as His Majesty imagined,"

The secretary replied so with the same iron-skinned, unchallenged voice.

To the secretary's words, Aura feels weak.

If Yoshijiro's illness is "that," the worry so far would have been total imprisonment.

Aura's predictions were supported by the words of Dr. Michelle, who returned to the royal palace shortly afterwards.

"Master Zenzilow is blessed in the woods."

Aura, who was given the name of a disease with an unlimited mortality rate close to zero, sees that she is about to look up to the very ceiling of her weakness and, with a stern face, tells Dr. Michelle, "Well, thank you for your hard work".

Behind it, a secretary who blamed the queen for aiming at her wolf hung up one cheek and gave people a bad grin.

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"Aura. What's" Blessing the Forest "?

To visit her husband, who fell asleep with fever, to Aura, who came to the rear palace after cutting up work early, Yoshijiro turns only to his gaze while falling into a big bed with a grudge.

As for the time, it is still dusk, but since the wooden door is closed so that the outside air does not blow in, it is difficult to see what is going on outside. There's only one LED stand light in the bedroom that makes it easy for Yoshijiro to sleep.

In such a dim bedroom, Aura, sitting on a chair placed beside her bed, returns the answer as she wipes the sweat off Yoshijiro's forehead and neck with a cold towel she brings from the fridge.

"Simply put, it's a wind and earth disease that's been spreading around here for a long time. If you are weak in toxicity and you are not an old man or infant in morbidity, rare things will not lead to death. Moreover, once infected, they will never be infected again, and those who experience this disease with wonder are often called 'Blessings of the Forest' because their symptoms are lighter when they suffer from other diseases."

With a head that doesn't turn well with fever, Yoshijiro, who somehow understands Aura's words, accidentally leaks potpourri and thoughts.

"Wow... I feel like I could win a Nobel Prize when I bring this germ and the body that made the antibodies back to Earth..."

Even on Earth, like measles and blisters, there were diseases of the kind that, once hung, would in principle never develop again, but it is just fantasy that their effects create antibodies that also act dramatically on other germs.

But it's also the best news that the disease "rarely leads to death". Sanjiro, who was trembling at the fear of disease in different worlds, forgets for a moment the pain of physical saving and breaks his face.

"Oh well. Then if you're asleep, you'll heal... How much?"

"It is. Three days early, seven days longer."

Does that mean it will take roughly five days to recover? To the extent that I can't even stand up if I can, I get stoned when I think I'm in this condition for five days.

My throat is swollen and it just hurts to drink water, even though I have no place to put myself when I'm asleep because of the pain in my joints, and the high fever keeps me scratching my sweat.

It would be easier if I could sleep, but the difficulty of sleeping and physical pain interfere with my sleep. The symptoms are similar to those of a severe cold.

(Nevertheless, even though this difficult state lasts for up to a week, do you really 'not die in rare things'? Whatever you think, on a civilized level in this world, it seems like a dead end)

It raises such questions in the back of Yoshijiro's brain, which was boiled by heat.

Sleeping for a few days with a high fever of more than thirty-eight degrees, rarely dies if it is a modern Japanese general household filled with homes, futons and nutritional conditions.

For the undernourished poor, it is felt by Sanjiro for a disease that can be fatal enough.

The sensation of Sanjiro is not wrong.

This disease is called "Blessings of the Forest" and so on, because if you hang it at a young age, it is a far lighter symptom. Speaking of body temperature, is it around thirty-seven degrees at most?

So, in Shirai, when a human who has developed a 'blessing of the forest' nearby comes out, parents with young children go out of their way to get a 'blessing'.

Regardless, still, some boys/girls lose their lives by losing "Blessings of the Forest," but that has to be given up. Kids who can't stand "Blessings of the Forest" don't grow up until they're all grown up. Yes, tell yourself, the parents deceive their hearts.

Either way, the circumstances of those poor people have not much to do with Yoshijiro at this time.

"With that said, the ladies were in trouble. At the very least, shouldn't we allow them to enter until the illness has healed? I'd be relieved if you did."

In the words of Aura, who says so as I recall, Yoshijiro twists himself on the bed and gives him a rare and uncomfortable look.

"Uh, I want you to quit that if you can. Honestly, with people around me, I don't feel like I can cure anything..."

"But in that body, you can't have enough meals or small things on your own? I need people to see me."

Now, Aura is escorted like this by making special time, but Aura, the queen, is not inherently in a position to do this kind of work. Taking care of royalty is a servant's job, not a family.

"Uh, yeah......"

He was a good jiro who could only reply with a fine voice if his throat was hit considerably, but he doesn't stubbornly try to swallow Aura's suggestion for the split.

"Zenzilow......?

To Aura, who also asks, Yoshijiro squeezed out a small voice and confessed, forcing her to a sore throat.

"Me, when I'm sick, it makes me so nervous. A little alarmed, scattered around, my utmost. Because I don't want to do that... I don't want people around me..."

When you fall asleep sick, it's not uncommon for a person to feel different.

Many people are unusually weak or missed for no reason whether a sick and weak body also affects their minds.

In the case of Sanjiro, it surfaces as aggressive.

Whether the swallowing soup is hot or the towel that wipes the body is warm, the very fact that I am feeling so hard right now makes it seem hateful that others exist to make it healthy.

Either way, Yoshijiro is a good old adult now. Even if you are sick and weak physically and mentally, you are not weak enough to constantly scatter such wasteful aggressiveness around you, but suppressing such aggressiveness is tiring.

Then even if it is somewhat impregnable, it is better that there is no one around. Only now I don't want Aura to be next door either. No, it's Aura that I don't want you to be. If you say all you can about me like a child to this well-made daughter-in-law... honestly, I don't feel like I can recover mentally after my illness has healed.

"It's okay... I can do enough to get dressed myself, and I'll ring the bell when I'm in the bathroom..."

"Mmm, but"

I think it's part of the job to be yelled at by irrational lords, such as samurai and butler, but in the past few months Aura has also understood quite a bit of the values of Good Giro.

From the values of Yoshijiro, who feels strongly guilty about causing unreasonable annoyance to people, it does seem like a lot of damage later if it gets scattered among the samurai here.

After much thought, it was Aura who broke it.

"... ok. I'll tell you to minimize entry and exit. Dinner is almost here, do you want something to eat?

The word, which I casually added, was one that came out unconsciously.

To the words, Yoshijiro, who had a weak heart, leaks hope reflexively.

"Porridge... I only want plum dried porridge with eggs and soy sauce"

"Ocayu? What, is that? Umebos? I know the eggs, but what is a shoyu?

Aura's reaction was also easily understood by Kenjiro, who was blunt-headed by heat. At all, the words I just said don't make sense. Looking at the fact that the automatic translation of the Spirit did not work either, it means that there is at least nothing in this linguistic area equivalent to 'plum dried' and 'soy sauce'.

To Aura's words, Yoshijiro laughs back weakly.

"Mmm, I'm not well to explain now...... I'll see you later. Eating anything is fine. Because I'll eat anything."

"... ok. Ask the kitchen to prepare extraordinarily sick food."

Aura gave me something to say for a moment, but as soon as I returned to my usual compelling smile, I rose out of my chair in a supple motion.

"Hmm, looking forward to it..."

On Aura's back as she walked out of the bedroom, Yoshijiro muttered so with a rubbed voice.

When Aura leaves after making a noise with Batan, one Yoshijiro is left in the dim bedroom.

"Ugh..."

Yoshijiro opened the cap and carried it to his mouth when he grabbed a hot and cold 500 mm pet bottle from the table next to the bed by hand.

"Gu......"

Just swallow the raw water and your throat hurts tingly. Nonetheless, if he doesn't hydrate his sweaty body, he knows how dangerous it is, and he drinks water in pain.

"Ugh..."

Sanjiro, who drank nearly half of the hot and cold of the pet bottle, put the pet bottle back on the table again when he closed the cap.

This pet bottle is a tea pet bottle that was in the cage of a bicycle that I forgot about in this world at the time of my first metastasis.

In Japan it's just resource garbage, and this little thing is valuable in this world.

Light, don't worry about dropping and cracking, close the cap and you won't knock it down or spill it. Very user-friendly vessel. I would have had more trouble drinking water without this.

In exchange for the tingling pain, Sanjiro, who soothed his thirst, can get his face stuck in his pillow, aware that sweat erupts from his body.

(Oh, me, what are you talking about? In such a different world, I want porridge, I'm a deaf kid!?

Aura was helpful in a well-informed person who read the air. If Aura sat on the spot like that, she might have said, "I want a can of peaches."

Yoshijiro is aware that he is not a big man, but I don't want him to think that he is an idiot like a child who outperforms my best, such as wanting something that doesn't exist in this world.

(Oh, shit. If you don't heal quickly, you will die mentally......)

Should I say fortunate in misfortune? Shinjiro, irritated by self-loathing, forgets his fever and joint pain for a long time, and stumbles on the bed.