How To Save A Time-limited Young Master - Chapter 10

In the end, the coachman was unable to stop her.

 

This was because the safety of Heloise, who didn’t bring a maid along as she found it annoying, was entirely entrusted to the coachman.

 

However, Heloise was extremely firm in her stance. She ordered him to leave her behind and return the carriage to the Viscounty of Lorca.

 

At the order that came from his master’s daughter, the coachman had no choice but to leave Heloise and return to the mansion.

 

As such, when Heloise was alone, looked up at the high walls of Langbert Mansion.

 

And at her not-so-long limbs of a fourteen year old.

 

“D*mned bastard.”

 

Heloise rolled up the sleeves of the cute dress that her nanny had insisted on dressing her in easily. She also untied a ribbon on her sleeve and tied her flowing hair into a bun, before sinking in deep thought while gritting her teeth.

 

If she had left without witnessing the fountain show after Isaac had been injured, or if they reunited again after the terrible first meeting, it definitely wouldn’t be like this.

 

While wearing a pair of smooth enamel shoes, Heloise stepped on protruding portions of the stone wall and climbed up steadily.

 

She wasn’t childhood friends with Isaac, a knight-in-training, for nothing.

 

While she wasn’t very smart, she had confidence in things requiring her to use her body.

 

For someone that burns trees easily and was frequently lectured over what a noble lady like her was doing, it wasn’t a problem for her to climb over this wall, even with hindering hair and fluttering sleeves.

 

However, as she wasn’t a specialised thief or an assassin, Heloise was discovered by a soldier patrolling the mansion the moment she climbed over the outer wall.

 

“Ah! Young Lady Lorca! Why are you inside here?”

 

“When have you seen me? Pretend that you didn’t see me! Please just pretend that you don’t know me!”

 

Heloise ran away quickly and hid herself in the garden.

 

While she was wandering about in the woods, the news had perhaps been spreaded amongst the soldiers, and she could hear their voices calling for her.

 

“Young Lady Lorca! Are you here?”

 

“You can’t be like this here. Please return home quickly!”

 

‘Did you think I’ll go back? ‘

 

‘Like a d*mned capricious Young Master?’

 

This time, she’ll fix that whimsical nature of his.

 

Heloise, who was pressed tightly against the wall of bushes, hid again and bit her lip. She let out a sigh after hearing that the soldiers that were searching for her gave up.

 

“Young Lady Lorca entered the mansion? Gosh. What about that?”

 

“Apparently the Young Master prohibited it.”

 

“No, why? Isn’t she the Young Master’s playmate?”

 

“I don’t know. In any case, we’re to find her and calm her down as much as possible, so you’ll have to move diligently.”

 

“Gosh, I just don’t understand the feelings of high-ranking people.”

 

Heloise pressed her lips into a straight line.

 

“Impertinent kids.”

 

In any case, the master suite of this mansion was obvious.

 

It was just a short distance from here.

 

As their opponent was a child, the soldiers seemed to be looking roughly, so it would be best if she could hone in on the moment they dropped their guard to attack Zenon.

 

Heloise hurried out of the garden and slipped into the mansion’s main building.

 

There were so many employees in the mansion that she made eye contact with the maids on her way.

 

‘Shh! Shh!’

 

When Heloise pretended to close her mouth with all her strength with earnest eyes, the maids were at a loss of what to do, before eventually pretending to be unaware.

 

Not only that, they had even helped Heloise get to the master suite.

 

‘Why are you helping me?’

 

No matter how capricious it was, it was an order from their young master, and it wasn’t as if they had built up affection with Heloise during this period of time.

 

Despite being unable to shake off her odd mood, Heloise arrived in front of Zenon’s room with their help.

 

Knock, knock.

 

She knocked on the door first.

 

If the door opened suddenly, what kind of magic would she be swept into?

 

However, the answer she got was silence, and not magic.

 

‘What’s this? Why are you quiet?’

 

Heloise waited nervously at the door, and couldn’t help but push the door lightly.

 

Perhaps because it wasn’t locked, the door opened easily.

 

“Are you there?”

 

He can’t be hiding in his room.

 

When Heloise called for Zenon, the first thing she noticed was the damp air, and not a reply.

 

The interior of the room was extremely humid, as if there were a lot of plants emitting moisture.

 

It was like a hospital with a humidifier turned on during winter.

 

“Young Lord, it’s me. Heloise Lorca.”

 

“……”

 

“Please say something.”

 

As the room was too large, she slowly moved her feet, and heard the wheezing sound and pained groans coming from the bedroom.

 

As if she was bewitched, Heloise walked into the bedroom.

 

The bedroom was full of plants emitting moisture, as per her expectations.

 

While the whole world was in spring, only the gaunt boy lying on the bed gave off a gloomy atmosphere, like a wilting branch of a winter tree.

 

The boy’s black hair was plastered to his forehead that’s covered in cold sweat.

 

At that sight, Heloise was strangely upset.

 

Zenon seemed to be feeling discomfort, and was buried in a big bed with an ashen face.

 

“What in the world is this…?”

 

Paling at the sight of Zenon’s very sick appearance, Heloise approached him. Zenon, who’s condition suddenly deteriorated, twisted his body and clutched at his chest.

 

At the same time, the string that was tied to Zenon’s wrist was pulled on.

 

At the sound of the bell ringing, the maids rushed in quickly, as if they were waiting outside the door.

 

“Young Master, are you conscious?”

 

The oldest looking amongst them, a middle-aged maid waved her hand in front of Zenon as she asked.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Without responding or opening his eyes, Zenon had only clutched at his chest and struggled.

 

In the meantime, his personal physician belatedly entered and observed Zenon’s condition, before taking out his examination bag.

 

He wrapped a clean towel around the ice pack that he brought and placed it on Zenon’s neck, trying to bring down his fever

 

Heloise frowned and asked a nearby maid.

 

The maid was one of those that pretended to be unaware and helped Heloise to enter the mansion earlier.

 

“Did the Young Lord get sick?”

 

“Yes, his condition hasn’t been good since this morning.”

 

“If that’s the case, why wasn’t I told beforehand?”

 

“Even so, he was conscious a while ago and was anticipating your visit, but his condition suddenly worsened… That’s why the Young Lady’s visit was refused a while ago.”

 

Did he reject the visit as he didn’t want his illness to be discovered?

 

Just as Heloise bit her lip nervously.

 

At that moment, her gaze met a pair of watery blue-gray eyes.

 

The boy who was clutching his chest, perhaps due to the pain, was moving his gaze around confusedly.

 

When he noticed Heloise, the boy’s lips started to mumble.

 

‘Go…’

 

In contrast to his usual piercing gaze, his eyes seemed to be completely damp with sorrow, causing the viewers to feel strange.

 

“I’m Heloise.”

 

In case he couldn’t recognise her as he was in too much pain, she murmured in a low voice.

 

Zenon frowned, perhaps rendered speechless at her ridiculousness, before a corner of his mouth lifted for a moment, forming a hollow smile.

 

‘I know…’

 

I know, so go away.

 

But Heloise couldn’t move, as if she was nailed to the ground.

 

This is what he meant when he said vacantly that he wasn’t feeling well.

 

It hit home for the first time.

 

‘But why aren’t you using a healing wizard?’

 

There didn’t seem to be anyone that knew enough about Zenon’s condition to be able to answer questions within this room.

 

Heloise ignored Zenon’s words to go and instead, took another step forward.

 

When she approached and reached out her hand, Zenon’s weak finger curled around Heloise’s hand.

 

“Ah!”

 

Heloise’s voice was drowned out by the noise of the busy servants.

 

She stood beside Zenon, who had fallen unconscious unknowingly, and looked at the finger that was holding onto her hand feebly.

 

“What should I do…?”

 

Although she wanted to retract her hand, pushing away a person that had already fallen asleep wasn’t easy.

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Heloise had a dream that night. It was when she was very young, before she possessed this body.

 

At that time, she had a favourite CD game, a nurturing game that focused on raising a fairy girl named Sienna Salles to become the crown princess of the human world.

 

Its title was <Princess Sienna>.

 

She made the ten year old fairy girl learn embroidery, cooking and tea ceremony, and after raising various stats, and when the fairy girl was eighteen, watched her ending as a princess or in another profession.

 

Whenever she played the game, she just liked to collect the endings without looking at guides.

 

Starting from the most difficult ending to achieve, the princess, to teachers, miners, farmers, musicians, ministers, merchants, and aristocrats, etc.

 

The hardest difficulty was Duke something in Sienna Salles’ eighteen year old Princess Ending.

[T/N: ‘something’ as in Heloise can’t remember it…?]

 

A sub-male lead? That’s not the case at all.

 

He’s an unpleasant man in his forties with a moustache, and managed to obtain his position as the villain with his brother’s timely death and magical tools that he’d somehow managed to obtain.

 

“I’ll get rid of all the prince and you.”

 

He was someone that she’d have to encounter in order to see the Princess Ending.

 

Why was she recalling that game now?

 

Within the game screen, the gray, pale stone painting that’s held by the Duke closed in on Heloise strangely.

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