The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

existed.

It’s only right for everything related to Urien to remain in the third transmigration.
The only thing of him that could have traversed worlds was my remembrance of him.

Then, if it hadn’t been a blue monster, what was that thing?

Just like how I surmised that day, perhaps Urien flashed through my mind because I witnessed Daniel’s divine power, and when I thought of Urien, an apparition of the monster escaped my subconscious.

Besides that, there’s also proof that she had just imagined the monster that day.

Wasn’t I the only one who saw something strange at the time of the incident?

If the monster truly was there, then what of Alicia, Leo, Daniel, the two other noblemen and Cassion?

At least one of them should have seen the monster.

Just like how I did it every single day back then, my worries and doubts eventually came down to the same conclusion—that they were just ‘illusory’.
Even before I could think about it deeper, these thoughts would be brushed aside as mere ‘delusions’.

My severe body aches came to an end.

As though my mind had regained control over my body.

Laughably enough.

However, I found out that something else more ridiculous happened.

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As soon as I regained my strength, Diana carefully told me about it.

‘Sir Maxwell has been ill since yesterday.
Coincidentally, it happened at the same time you came to, Milady.’

Hearing Diana’s words, I laughed.

It’s just as she said—what a coincidence.

Didn’t it look like my sickness had been transferred to him?

I ate lunch at midday.

Even after my meal, I laughed.

I drank tea with Alicia, who wasn’t crying anymore for the first time in a long while—and I laughed again.

We had an early dinner together soon after teatime, and when the meal ended, the smile left my lips as I stepped out of the room.

I had an objective now, and that’s to pay the sick Cassion a visit.

As I reached his door, I knocked, yet I couldn’t hear an answer in return.

In any case, I only knocked for the sake of formalities, so I opened the door without any hesitation.

‘…It’s dark.’

It’s true that it’s already evening, but the room was still too dark.

Thick curtains were covering the window so that the patient could sleep soundly.

The only source of light in that room was a flickering candle.

Looking around the dim room, a slight smile tugged upon my lips because I recalled the past.

Why of course, it was the day after I went to Katie’s prison cell, and Cassion awkwardly comforted me.

I walked closer to Cassion, who was asleep.

Diana, who had followed behind me, closed the door silently.
Then, she stood right in front of the room, her legs stuck near the surface.

Looking at Diana once, I soon glanced at the sleeping Cassion.

Eyes, lips, closed like straight lines.

Still, this man had the visage of tranquility as he slept.

I reached out slowly and touched his forehead with my hand.

The round curve of his smooth forehead wound gently beneath the palm of my hand.

In the shadows, his dark hair tickled the back of my hand.

‘Perhaps a bit warm?’

No, wasn’t it a little hot?

At the indeterminable temperature, I removed my hand.
When I checked the temperature of my own forehead, it seemed like Cassion’s was slightly hotter.

“Isn’t it soon time for Logan to give him a check-up?”

“Yes, he’ll be here soon.”

As soon as Diana said that, noise could be heard from the other side of the door.

Unsteady footsteps from the end of the hallway came closer and closer, then halted in front of the door.

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Then, there was a courteous knock.

Knock, knock.

“Yes.”

Diana answered on my behalf as she opened the door.
She seemed to have guessed who that person was.

As long as I was beside Cassion, if it was any other servant, Diana would have sent them back.

But beyond the opened door, as expected, it was Logan.

His round eyes could be seen widening as he looked at Diana, but he soon nodded slightly towards the both of us.
He entered the room.

“It’s been a while, Logan.”

“I saw you often, though you probably didn’t notice I was there because your eyes had been closed, Milady.”

“You paid me a sick visit?”

“The Madam was worried, you see.”

“Ah, so you were there as surveillance.
By any chance, is she worried that she might not get paid if the person who signed a contract with her dies?”

I chuckled quietly as I said this, but instead of answering right away, Logan adjusted his glasses, up and down with one finger.

Soon, he opened his lips and a sigh came out.

“I’ve said this many times, however you and my master really do resemble each other.”

“And I’ve said this many times, but I simply cannot agree with that statement.”

As I answered, I imitated him and pretended to adjust a nonexistent pair of glasses over my eyes.

Logan closed his eyes, looking as if he’s tired of this.
But he opened his eyes eventually and approached Cassion’s side.

“So then, how did Maxwell end up like this?”

No more jokes this time.
I asked him a genuine question now.

How on earth did this guy end up getting bedridden.

It didn’t seem like he was wracked with cold sweat, he wasn’t tossing and turning, and the vaguely warm temperature of his forehead didn’t even seem like his condition was serious…

“It’s simply an accumulation of fatigue.
He was training intensely over the course of a short period of time until now, so of course.”

“…Aha.”

Hearing Logan’s explanation, I let out a shallow sigh of relief.

Leaning slightly down towards Cassion, I raised one empty hand.
To be exact, I was feeling the pulse of his wrist.

And it was just as Logan said.
It seemed to be a case of overexertion.

He didn’t sustain any internal injuries, and the flow of his energy was stable.

In fact, as soon as I entered this room, I could have just checked his pulse.

But I didn’t.

It wasn’t until I heard Logan say that it’s not something serious that I did it.

Why was that?

The question arose belatedly, but it calmly subsided.

Again, only a short sigh of relief slipped through.