In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 32

I concealed my trembling heart as much as possible and entered my grandfather’s office.

Fortunately, the weather was also helping.

The sky was cloudy and it was raining.

"Oh-goo-goo, did our granddaughter come?"

Grandpa opened his arms wide towards me with a slightly shaky face.

"Grandpa!"

I ran as it was and struck in my grandfather’s arms.

"haha ...."

Next to him, Broschl was laughing with a surprised face looking at me and my grandfather.

It was probably the first time he had seen this kind of grandfather.

Well. I also sympathized with it.

Lulak Lombardy’s unfolded looks like this.

If he had seen me in my previous life, he might have been surprised and moved back.

I stepped out of my grandfather’s arms and said hello again to Broschl.

"Hello, librarian Grandpa."

"haha. It’s been a while, Miss. Florentia."

After my father got busy, he seemed to welcome me even more because he didn’t go to the library often.

"I didn’t know the person who was trying to get the recommendation letter was a lady."

Broschl said to me.

"It’s not me it’s a recommendation for Estira. She is a student of Dr. O’Malley."

"Ah, I know. She is still young, but she is a pretty smart kid."

"Yes! Estira knows a lot about medicinal herbs. So today I brought the medicine that Estira made to show to you two!"

I took the medicine jar out of the little handbag I was holding.

"Hmm? Does it have a peculiar smell?"

Said my grandfather, sniffing his nose.

He was looking forward to what kind of medicine was in the jar.

Of course, I had no intention of satisfying my grandfather’s curiosity right away.

I opened the lid of the jar and approached Broschl.

"Does your finger hurt a lot?"

"Hmm? How did you know that?"

Broschl said in amazement.

People with heavy-handed occupations when they get older it is common to develop calluses on their fingers.

I could tell just by looking at Broschl’s fingertips slightly bent.

"That’s what Estira did! Those who hold a lot of pens like grandfathers can get sick in the joints of their fingers!"

I turned all the preliminary to Estira and scooped up the ointment with my fingertips.

"Please hand."

At my words, Broschl, who looked at my grandfather for a moment, stretched out his sore hand.

Obviously, the fingers holding the pen were bent in an uncomfortable shape just by looking at them.

I carefully applied the ointment to each finger.

The reaction came immediately.

"Hoh?"

Broschl-nim was surprised and looked at the ointment with strange eyes.

"How are you?"

"It was cloudy, so the throbbing was worse....... But...."

I applied much so that it was absorbed well into the joints even with small hands.2

In fact, it was okay to do it in moderation.

But I looked closely at Broschl’s bent fingers.

The only place for me left alone in my previous life was books.

Broschl-nim keeps the library until late at night for me and sometimes teaches me if there is something I don’t know in the book.

It may have been a small favor to someone who held the position of librarian, but it was a great comfort to me at the time.

To express my gratitude at that time, I applied the ointment to Broschl’s hand.

"Come on, you’re done! How are you now, librarian Grandpa?"

"The feeling of coolness was stronger than before. Thanks to that, I can barely feel the pain, so this is the usefulness."

"Hey, isn’t it?"

Broschl-nim was smelling the stretching scent as if he didn’t like the scent of hipsee from his hand.

"Florentia."

Then my grandfather called me.

It seemed that he didn’t like something to see Broschl-nim with a blunt face.

"How about this grandpa?"

Perhaps it was envious of Broschl-nim.

I felt like I would laugh, but I quickly took the ointment so my grandfather didn’t feel disappointed.

As I approached, I said boldly to my grandfather who looked at me blankly.

"The knee!"

"Huh?"

"Grandpa’s knee please!"

Grandpa asked in amazement.

"How do you know that my knees are not good?"

"You sometimes tapped it like this."

I said, repeating my grandfather’s habitual behavior.

"Florentia."

Grandpa looked at me and couldn’t say anything for a while.

He seemed very impressed that I knew grandfather’s pain.

"Grandpa, come on!"

At my rush, my grandfather rolled up the hem and showed me the right knee.

I also took a lot of ointment and applied it hard on my grandfather’s knee.

With the thought of becoming a filial granddaughter and massaging his sore leg.

Unlike Broschl, my grandfather was quiet.

He only looked down at the knee where the ointment was applied, with the eyebrows narrowed slightly.

"This......."

Finally, Grandpa opened his mouth with a serious face.

He moved his sore knee a few times and looked at me with a big question mark on it.

"This, what is this, Florentia."

"It’s a medicine made by Estira!"

"So what kind of medicine... ... ."

Grandpa surprised, kept folding and unfolding his knees.

It seemed strange that the pain was not easily felt because of the cool feeling.

"A little bit modified by Estira on a medicine that has been passed down from generation to generation! How’s it, Grandpa?"

The answer was already revealed in my grandfather’s expression, but I dare to ask.

"How is it, grandpa?"

Grandpa nodded and replied.

"If she can make this kind of medicine, she deserves my recommendation."

Broschl-nim also said with a smile.

"I am already looking forward to seeing what kind of results will come when such talent starts researching at a well-equipped academy."

The two of them were already in the moment to write even ten letters of recommendation to Estira.

"Estira probably needs a scholarship. Research and living expenses!"

"That’s it."

Grandpa agreed so easily.

This loosens up my pocket money, which I try to add to Estira in case of an emergency.

But this is not the end.

I could see my grandfather reaching for the jar as if he were possessed.

I just covered the lid and held it in my hand.

"Florentia?"

Grandpa looked at me in embarrassment.

I smiled and said.

"Estira says. This medicine is very easy to make."

"Is it easy to make such a drug?"

Grandpa seemed to be as shocked as when he first applied for the medicine.

"So, she was told me that she likes to give some of these medicines to my grandfather and Mr. Broschl, who write recommendations..."

Just as expected.

"haha! She is a good child!"

There was a big smile on my grandfather’s face.

Broschl-nim is also ’Huh Heo Heo!’ He seemed very happy to see him laughing and stroking his beard.

As I watched the reaction of both of you, I threw a sneak peek.

"Wouldn’t others like it then?"

The sound of grandfather’s laugh stopped.

My grandfather’s eyes meet my eyes.

And it seemed like I could see the inside of my grandfather’s head for a moment.

Dozens of numbers seemed to pass quickly, then Grandpa laughed as he looked at me.

"Okay. I think so many people will like it."

* * *

"Then I’m going to bring this good news to Estira! Both of you, goodbye!"

Florentia greeted politely, and energetically opened the door of the office, and went out.

I could hear the light footsteps hitting and moving away quickly.

It seemed to be running to Estira in a hurry.

"That’s a very strange medicine."

Broschl opened the jar that Florentia left and looked at the yellowish ointment in it.

The moment the drug touched the skin, the pain in the joint, which had been persistently annoying, quickly covered up with a cool sensation.

And, according to Florentia’s explanation, it wasn’t just the pain relief effect.

The medicine used as the raw material is said to have the effect of healing wounds and injuries itself, so it was one stone and two.

Then Broschl realized a strange thing.

It is so quiet that Lulak passes by after Florentia leaves.

"Holy Lord?"

Broschl cautiously sang Lulak.

It was then.

"Hahaha! That guy, haha!"

A big laugh burst out of Lulak so that Broschl was startled.

Lulak was laughing loud enough to lift his shoulders.

"As I reached this age, I thought there would be no more surprises!"

Lulak once again laughed as the image of Florentia, who was talking loudly, came to mind.

"For two letters of recommendation, is not enough with scholarships too, give her part of the proceeds from selling this drug?"

That was the condition of Florentia.

It was a legitimate request.

This magical drug was Estira’s invention.

The percentage of the required revenue was also very reasonable.

The conscientious trader made such a condition that he would no longer negotiate and accept it without saying anything.

So, Lulak had no choice but to accept it.

Isn’t it possible that you can’t show a unique appearance to your young granddaughter?

Of course, if it was someone else, it would have been absurd.

’Perhaps ... ?’

Perhaps that thought was all contained in that little head, and Lulak’s mind ran over it.

"Broschl."

"Yes, Lord."

"Aren’t our Florentia is smart?"

Broschl laughed at Lulak’s question and nodded.

"The future of Lombardy is bright."

"Right. The future of Lombardy."

It could have been the main lead of adults with a child who is only eight years old.

However, Lulak couldn’t take his eyes off the small pot in front of him for a while.

* * * action

The day has come for Estira to leave.1

It was just a few days after I had a conversation with my grandfather.

While sponsoring, my grandfather shot me hot.

She said she couldn’t have Estira live in a dormitory, carrying a letter of recommendation from Lombardy, and bought a home near the academy.

In addition, permission from the dean of the academy, in particular, allowed Estira to come in a little faster than others and to adjust in advance.

All that was left for Estira was to work hard at the Academy and wait for the sales of the ointment to accumulate at Lombardy Bank in her name.

In front of the carriage waiting for all the luggage to be loaded and the coachman holding the reins of the horse, Estira saw me in tears.

"How can I repay Miss. Florentia?"

"Ah. It’s all an opportunity you got because Estira is excellent."

I said with a smile, but Estira shook her head and cry.

"If there is any way I can repay this favor... ... ... ."

I stared up at Estira.

And asked.

"You think so, Estira?"

"Of course! Please tell me anything, Miss!"

Estira was touched by my words.

I hesitated for a moment and said.

"Then, Estira. I have one request. It’s not a small request."

It was the death of my father, Gallahan Lombardy, in his mid-thirties.

"And in the area where the academy is located, there is a medicinal herb called ’Ro’ that grows. Make Tlenbrew’s remedy with it."

"Tlenbrew’s remedy...."

Estira’s voice trembled.

"How can a lady see that the herb called rosette becomes a remedy.........."

I didn’t answer.

"Miss......."

Estira’s trembling eyes looked at me.

I also looked at Estira face to face.

And at some point, the trembling of those eyes stopped looking at me.

She seemed to have found her answer.

And asked.

"Can I make a cure for such a rare disease?"

I doubt that I can do such a great job.

It is an overly heavy burden to put on a person who is just leaving the road to become a researcher.

But I replied, looking straight at Estira.

"Huh. Estira can do it. I can make a remedy."

Because you are the one who will make the remedy.

Just three years after my father died.

I heard the news that a scholar named Estira, who once studied at the Lombardy Clinic, created a remedy for Tlenbrew based on an herb called Ro.1

However, in this life, we have to make a cure a little faster than that.

That’s why I gave the clue ’Ro’ together.

"Estira will definitely be able to do it."

This was the reason why I had to send Estira to the academy quickly at any cost.