T 7

Ian, who became a hero by working with the Goddess.

Now that I've defeated the false demon and finished my service as a warrior,

He has only one dream.

Honor, wealth and wealth?

No, now I'm going to lie in bed and play, eat and sleep forever!

Why? It's dangerous outside the blanket.

My free time, I missed you!

"Goddess, I have defeated the devil by your nonsense, so please grant me one wish!"

[Okay, tell me.]

"Now I want to play, eat, and rest for the rest of my life without getting caught up in complications."

All right, then the whole world will help you roll around and play.

Whatever happens around you, I'll make sure you don't mind.

Well done, my child. Now make yourself at home.]

It wasn't wrong to say that because I've been lying around all my life.

"Kuluck-"

"Dear hero!"

No, Goddess! I didn't want to be this sickly patient?!

Ian wants to finish his big job and be free.

But his colleagues who don't let him be.

Will he be able to enjoy true freedom?

The cough echoed in a large room with a delicate but elegant atmosphere. Shortly after a loud cough as if he were throwing up something, the door burst open and two men rushed in.

"Ian!"

"Oh, my God, get a doctor!"

In fact, there was little that a doctor could do even if he called in a doctor, but Ilya urgently sought a doctor. After leaving for a while to get some water, the servant also jumped in. It was a seizure. It was the same as usual. Claire quickly took the basin of hot water from her servant and wet the cloth next to the bed. No small amount of blood spouting out of the mouth, a painful frown, and hands gripped by the sheet as white as they could.

After squeezing the water out, Claire quietly held Ian in her arms with a sheet of bed and began to wipe Ian's face, neck, and hands. Once the seizure began, there was nothing to do. Other than trying to keep your body as warm as possible until the seizure stops, you have no choice but to watch. The only comfort is that the cycle is getting longer and the calming time is getting shorter.

Ten minutes passed, like a war, and Ian's eyes opened with a breath. It was not long after the ceremony, but it was not focused yet, and the slightly red eyes made my heart ache, perhaps due to the physiological tears that I shed while having a fit.

"Clair?"

It was only then that Claire breathed a sigh of relief to my name, which came out between her cracked lips.

"Ian, are you awake?"

"Oh, did I ever...…kulk-,"

"Shh-- that's all right. Save your words. You have a sore throat. Hey, bring me some warm honey water."

Ilya, who sat next to Claire and was handed honey water containing various medicinal ingredients, carefully began to spill honey water into Ian's mouth. Immediately after the seizure, he knew Ian, who was struggling to swallow even a spoonful of honey water, so he had to be more careful. In fact, it was more like letting it slip through Ian's throat than swallowing it, but Ian often suffered exhaustion or dehydration after a fit, so he had to forcefully feed it a little. It was only when Ian's eyes, which had been dazed by honey water, slowly closed again, Claire looked up and faced Ilya.

"When on earth can I get out of this gruesome demon?"

"Yes, I do. Claire, let's change Ian's clothes and talk about it."

Claire and Ilya took off Ian's pajamas, which had been ruined by cold sweat and blood, and began to dress him in new clothes. It was originally the work of his servants, but they wanted to take Ian with their own hands as much as they could.

When I unbuttoned to change my clothes, I first saw a big scar in the middle of my chest. In fact, Claire and Ilya, who knew that there were other deadly signs carved all over their bodies, but they were now gone by the blessing of the goddess, moved their hands quickly and carefully, pressing down on their tearful hearts. Only after laying Ian on a new bed with clean sheets and covering the ends of his chin, the two left for the meeting room, which had already been delayed, with regretful steps.