How To Save A Time Limited Young Master - Chapter 30

“D*mn it!”

Although she stomped her feet out of anger, what she got in return were the side eyes of the people in her surroundings.

After getting worked up, Heloise was thirsty.

When she looked around, she spotted a small tavern nearby.

She had to get some information, she couldn’t just go back empty-handed.

Heloise pushed open the creaking old door and entered, only to be met with a rowdy atmosphere that’s filled with the chattering of ruffians.

She came here for a glass of water, but the atmosphere was terrible.

“Hm? Where are you going, customer?”

Just as she was about to retreat, the tavern’s owner, who had a great voice, recognised Heloise and called her with a loud voice.

“Ooh, aren’t you a little lady for a customer?”

“I—I think I’ve entered the wrong place.”

“Ah, because of the regulations? It’s alright, it’s alright. We don’t care about that. What do you want? Beer?”

“I don’t drink. If you have water…”

“You want beer? One moment, one moment.”

“No. That’s not it.”

Whether it’s because the owner didn’t hear her as the tavern was noisy or because the owner was arbitrary.

While the owner went to get the beer, Heloise sat on a seat awkwardly and wondered if she should take this opportunity to escape, or consume the recommended drink first before leaving.

Just then, an argument entered her ears.

“Why’s a kid in here, fouling the water?”

“A kid?”

A man said that, and another man replied like he was asking what the first man was saying.

“Is this an orphanage? What’s a little lass giving off a baby smell sitting there for?”

“……”

Heloise knew that she was the kid that’s being pointed out by the men at the next table.

While the analogy was unpleasant, she didn’t have anything to say.

She wasn’t an excellent mage like Zenon, and neither was she an aspiring knight like Isaac, so she couldn’t win against them.

But it wasn’t like she didn’t feel bad.

Just as a frowning Heloise, who was considering suddenly standing and saying something before making her escape, was about to open her mouth.

A guy seated in a corner of the tavern murmured with clear pronunciation through the loud racket.

“The nose that got a whiff of a baby scent that no one else can smell must belong to a dog b*stard.”

“What?”

The man that picked a fight with Heloise frowned at that impression.

He seemed to be offended, and suddenly kicked the table that’s full of alcohol and accompanying dishes.

The food spilled onto the ground, and the piercing sound of shattering glass came from all directions.

“Argh! You sons of b*tches! You’re starting again. Again!”

The tavern’s owner, who went to get a beer for Heloise, shouted like he was extremely sick of it and began to curse in an incomprehensible dialect.

It became a complete mess.

“This little…what did you just say?”

“I said that you’re a son of a b*tch. Why?”

A man that seemed to be the leader of the men shouted with a face flushed with agitation, while the man that was seated in a dark and shadowy corner of the tavern rose from his seat and walked out slowly.

Short, dark gold hair and green eyes.

That man was Lou Tulear, who had left Heloise behind.

‘Why is that punk here?’

Embarrassment that wasn’t inferior to Heloise’s surfaced on the confident man’s face.

“Lou Tulear?”

“Do you know me?”

“Huh?”

“I’m asking if you know me. Why are you yelling another person’s name?”

“N—no, how can there be anyone in the underworld that doesn’t know your name…!”

His voice was loud at the beginning, but it gradually became smaller towards the end.

Lou kept his mouth closed tightly with a cold expression.

“Really? Then our conversation will be easy. Get lost before I kill you right now.”

“Y—you punk!”

“Why, do you think that I’m unable to?”

“…….”

Lou pulled out both of his hands that were tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket.

Then, the man, who was akin to the leader, trembled and hurled curses like he had lost his energy and left the tavern.

As such, his companions followed bewilderedly.

Upon seeing that the situation had been resolved, the owner of the tavern, who came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife to drive out the rowdy bunch, rejoiced and commented, “Those b*stards, running away because they were scared!”

While the staff cleaned up the mess, Heloise grabbed onto Lou, who was about to leave the tavern immediately.

“Young Master.”

“It’s titillating me to death. Didn’t you hear my name?”

“Very well, Young Master Lou. Let’s have a chat.”

Heloise had a hunch based on the situation that she just witnessed.

Other than Lou Tulear, there isn’t anyone else that could raise her Evil stat.

A punk, who was akin to a leader of the ruffians, ran away in fear upon seeing Lou.

In that case, is there anyone that’s more suitable than Lou to raise her stats?

There wasn’t.

“W—What should I do?”

“What can you do? I don’t need help from someone like you. I have to live by myself anyways.”

“Please stop saying weird things. The Marquis told me to look into your living situation, and see if there’s any difficulties.”

Of course, she had never been told words like that.

However, the more of Lou’s favour she gained, the higher the Evil stat Heloise would get.

“While my purpose in looking for the Young Master was for your education, in the end, my utmost priority is to ensure that the Young Master doesn’t live with any discomfort before returning to the mansion. How can I not repay this favour, when you had even helped me? Please feel free to let me know if there’s anything you require my assistance with.”

‘Wow, I’m good at speaking.’

Heloise admired the speed of her own reaction.

Although it was hastily wrung out, this excuse wasn’t that bad.

The type of assistance that Heloise could provide was the kind that involved money, and there wasn’t anything in the world that money couldn’t solve.

Sure enough, Lou began to be rapidly shaken by the word ‘assistance’.

“……”

He seemed hesitant on whether he should say something.

Heloise didn’t miss that moment, and seized on it sharply and pressed forward.

This was what her senses were telling her.

It was 100% the feeling of a special event.

“Think of me as the Marquis’ spokesperson and speak comfortably.”

“……A doctor.”

“Yes! Please speak!”

“Can you get me a doctor? My sister is sick… She hasn’t gotten better even though it has been months…”

Then an illusion of a type of status window surfacing appeared in Heloise’s mind.

Of course, it was merely an illusion.

Heloise managed to suppress a broad smile and nodded with a grave expression.

“Of course. Patients are also… my specialty.”

Heloise had even been stuck with a young master before, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of the younger sister of a ruffian with eight-grade syndrome.

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“This is my house.”

While Lou Tulear was dressed in delinquent looking clothes and picked fights with hooligans with colourful hair, his house was small and plain.

Without even telling her to come in or what the house was like, that punk kicked the door open, flung his leather jacket onto the couch and drank some water.

Heloise clutched a small handbag while looking around the house.

Lou, who was drinking water from a bottle, snorted and spoke sarcastically.

“Why, is it strange?”

“No, well…”

“There’s nothing for me to hide. Since you’re the Marquis’ private tutor, you would be a noble young lady anyways. Hah. Doesn’t this place look like a narrow pigsty to you?”

‘He isn’t joking around when armed with his inferiority complex and self reproach.’

Heloise shook her head and approached the bedroom.

“Where’s your sister? Is this the room?”

“……Yes.”

Whenever she talked about his younger sister, his eighth-grade syndrome manner of speech decreased immediately.

While finding him pitiful and absurd, Heloise opened the door.

Within the small room, a sick girl was wheezing on a small bed.

“Elena Tulear.”

Lou, who was standing behind Heloise, looked at his sister and murmured in a small voice.

“My sister has been on the verge of death for half a year because she’d been poisoned.”

Upon closer examination, the girl’s condition was quite serious.

Her face was pallid and wan, while her lips were pale and dry.

Just like what he’d said about her being sick for half a year, the girl seemed to be enduring a lot of pain.

“Poison?”

“She was originally a weak child, but she drank it instead without knowing that the poison was from those b*stards that were after me.”

“What kind of poison was it?”

“Samsara.”

It was a poison that Heloise, who’s the young lady of a normal aristocratic family that’s educated on basic poisons such as Hotel Malin, Cigatera, and Paris Gold, was hearing about for the first time.

Lou seemed to understand why Heloise found it unfamiliar, and continued to explain.

“It means reincarnation. It hasn’t been long since it was first sold in the market, and it’s still being used actively in the underworld. It’s colourless, and the only discernible scent it has is light, and it doesn’t react with silverware.”

Lou burst into self-deprecating laughter when he said the word ‘reincarnation’.

While reincarnation, when described nicely, meant the cycle of life and death, death was an inevitable part of the process.

One must die in order to be born again. That meant that this drug was one that guaranteed a certain death.

“…….”

Heloise was at a loss for words.

The Lou Tulear that she recalled wasn’t like this.

He was just an underworld scoundrel that frequently blabbered nonsense and it felt so regrettable to give Sienna away to him.

She didn’t even know that he had a younger sister.

Perhaps it’s because when she was met with Lou’s Ending, Heloise would usually turn it off without saving or try her best to not encounter Lou.

“In that case, how did she survive? If that Samsa… is poison?

“I stopped her as it felt weird. According to the doctor, she barely managed to survive because I stopped her in the middle. Though her current condition was maintained with life prolonging treatment for half a year.”

Lou smiled bitterly.

A sick girl breathing heavily amidst old furniture. A brother that’s tormented with guilt as his younger sister drank poison in his stead.

And her, who had come to take advantage of them.

All of a sudden, Heloise sincerely wanted to help them.

Even if it wasn’t for the sake of stats or a special event, she thought that it wouldn’t matter even if she wasn’t able to meet Medicis during the <Harvest Festival>.

Heloise placed her hand on Elena’s forehead regretfully.

‘If I was endowed with power, even if it was little, I hope that it would be of help to this child.’

As soon as that thought entered her mind, her head started to hurt, and the inside of her left wrist burned as if a letter was being inscribed.

Then, a faint white light started to emerge from her hand.

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