Chapter 33: Isabel’s Research│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com
I told Hakeem, Chana, and the other people that I had given the silk cloth to His Highness.
“I see. The Queen. “
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell Hakeem and Chana about this. But now that I know that she is suffering, I thought I couldn’t ignore her even if she is the queen.”
Though, it’s almost rude to say, “Even if it’s the queen.”
“It’s all right. It was originally Alesia’s power. If Alesia wants to help, that’s fine.”
“If someone in the queen’s position is that sick, it means medicine will not be able to cure her.”
Hakeem and Chana told me. But Isabelle-san looked worried.
“Perhaps some investigation will be conducted.”
“Isabelle-san, For a long time, His Highness came here to eat, but he kept this location hidden from others until the end. His Highness would never betray us. No, I’m hoping not.”
“That would be great. I’m just concerned about the distinction between eating here and using the silk cloth.”
“We’ve been eating with His Highness for a long time, Isabelle-san—He’s a very nice young man. I believe we can put our trust in him. If His Highness does not keep his word and tries to harm Alesia, I will give up and say we were blind. We can flee once more—we already have enough money to cover it.”
“Yes, me too. Thanks to Alesia, I have made a lot of money—I have enough in reserve to sneak out and do something else for a while. Even if I’m not a farmer, I can still make a living.”
Did both my father and Nathan-ojisan have that in mind?
I also hoped that His Highness would not betray us. I knew it was a risk, but I wanted to help the queen.
I believe that it is God’s will for me to live happily in this life after having done sinful things in my previous life and that I should not make the wrong choice this time.
I didn’t think [helping someone only when your own safety is guaranteed] was the best option.
Everyone was restless for a few days, but the country did nothing. His Highness sent me a thank-you letter, which I politely declined. Since then, nothing has happened. His Highness appears to have kept his word to me.
Chana has been weaving silk cloth for a long time. Chana is as healthy as any other person because of her daily contact with silk threads and silk cloth. She was delighted to compare her height to mine the day before.
“I’ve caught up to Alesia-san’s height!”
Chana’s petite frame has grown to the point where she is nearly as tall as me.
“I think this place is heaven,” Chana says.
I can’t laugh in many ways, so please don’t call it heaven.
“Alesia, can I cut the silk cloth again today?”
Isabelle-san has been cutting the silk cloth Chana has finished weaving into different lengths and bringing it out one by one for the past three years. We only receive reports on the types of symptoms people have and how they are treated.
“It’s better for you. If you don’t know, you don’t have to hide it from the authorities if they ask—you guys are too kind to tell a good lie.”
True, no one seems to be a good liar around here.
Isabelle-san was telling us the results of her research one night at dinner.
“I told them that if they used the cloth again, they had to report the outcome to me. Over the last three years, I’ve learned a lot about how many times this cloth can be used and how much it can heal. I documented everything.
“What’s the result?”
Hakeem leans in to listen.
“This silk cloth can be used to treat almost any disease or injury. However, there appears to be a limit. Broken bones, high fevers, cuts, epidemics: depending on the severity, it can be used repeatedly or only once before becoming ineffective.”
I understood what she was saying.
My father simply nodded.
“If it’s a non-life-threatening injury or illness, it can be used several times. However, if it’s a serious illness or injury, it loses its power after only one use?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Isabelle-san, I’ll keep weaving more cloth for you. Leave the weaving to me!”
“Good luck, Chana. I’m relying on you. There are numerous houses I should visit.”
“I’d like to investigate the effects of eggs as well.”
“What? We’re giving away free eggs?” Ethan said in a pitiful tone.
“It’s not like what you think—Let us think about it more slowly because our eggs are delivered to our contractors. “
My father says, and Ethan looks relieved.
Yeah. Let us pause for a moment to reflect. There is still plenty of time. Maybe.
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