How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 194. Cure For All Ills

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Eucaly Kayun. A brilliant student who graduated with outstanding scores from the medical academy of the Provatte kingdom. Although she had specialized in gynecology, she also had a great knowledge in pharmacology.

That was why, once she became the doctor for the Carnesis family, she was quickly bribed to give small doses of poison to Annette. But that had failed.

Emerging from her subterranean prison for the first time in a long time, it was hard for her to open her eyes all the way. The glaring midday sun made her eyes ache, and it felt as if the cold air outside would freeze her legs. As she stepped into the grass, her legs were trembling like a newborn fawn.

How had she ended up in this situation? Eucaly wondered suddenly.

She had been born to a fairly wealthy merchant family, wealthy enough to travel freely throughout the continent, even though they were not nobility. Wealthy enough that someone like Eucaly could be educated alongside them at the medical academy.

One day, her parents had been murdered while trading goods on the border of another kingdom. A troop of bandits had wanted to steal their valuable merchandise, and they had both been stabbed to death over it. It was an excruciating blow to their family, in many ways.

While a distant relative looked after the business, it had been hard to contact Eucaly about the matter, and when she learned of it months later, she very nearly lost her mind. It was the beginning of her misfortunes. In her shock and grief, she very nearly dropped out of the academy. But though she eventually managed to graduate, she was left in an incredible amount of debt.

Her distant relative took her in, but offered no additional support. With no one else to help her, she had accepted the King’s offer.

But… was it also the wrong choice?

Eucaly ran a hand through her black hair, frozen in place. In the distance was a high, shrill screech.

It sounded like the cry of a hawk, and Eucaly felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, it felt like the point of a knife at her back as she made her way to the rear of the Carnesis mansion. Posted only on NovelUtopia

A little further away was a discreet door used by servants, and outside was a gardener in a straw hat waiting for her.

She wished he hadn’t come. It seemed that heaven still was not on her side.

“Who are you?” The man tipped up the brim of his hat. “Aren’t you that doctor from that distinguished family?”

Though they had met periodically, he pretended this was the first time they had met. Eucaly’s lips quivered as she gave the correct response.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” the man answered. “My limbs have been shaking, and I feel as if I’m suffocating. I haven’t been sleeping well, probably because I have been so worried. I would be grateful if you could prescribe something for anxiety.”

It was the same symptoms she heard every month. It sounded like a consultation with a doctor, but it was actually a question to determine the progress of Annette’s poison.

Normally, she would have answered that there was no reason to worry, because everything would be well. But today she didn’t. Eucaly gave none of the agreed-upon answers and kept her mouth shut.

“……”

Eucaly hugged herself. She had only been able to leave the prison because Raphael had let her go, to lure out the King’s contact who periodically met her.

As soon as he saw Eucaly’s sudden fear, the man’s eyebrows went up, a sudden thrill of danger. It was already too late to escape.

“I thought there was a rat in my house. So it was you.”

Before the gardener could move, there was someone standing before him. The moment he saw the man with the dark hair, he knew that the plan had gone wrong.

“Damn it, get out of my way!” He yanked a sharp dagger from its sheath at his chest and stabbed Raphael instantly, but it did nothing. Raphael grabbed the blade with his own hands, enveloping it in a pale light. The aura of a Master of Swords.

The blade shattered to pieces.

Raphael looked the man up and down.

“What?” He asked. “Are your limbs shaking? Do you feel like you’re suffocating? I’m sorry to hear that.”

Fortunately, he knew how to treat those symptoms. Raphael clubbed the man over the head.

It was a heavy thump, like a bursting glass bottle, and the man dropped without a sound onto the ground. Raphael looked at the unconscious man, unconcerned.

Look at that. It seemed he had some talent as a doctor.

“Nothing mends matters like a blow to the head,” he said, satisfied.

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