Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 117: Baron and Baroness Ambert
Fabienne carried the two potions carefully down the corridor, and I followed.
The Ambert mansion was perhaps half the size of the House Heine estate, yet the walk to her parents’ bedroom felt unusually long.
“This is their room,” she said. “Father should be resting inside.”
Entering a married couple’s private chamber was uncomfortable even when illness provided a reason. I rarely entered my parents’ bedroom without invitation.
Fabienne drew a breath and knocked. A servant opened the door slightly.
“My lord, my lady, Lady Fabienne and Lord Julius Heine are here.”
A startled silence came from within.
Fabienne didn’t wait for permission. She opened the door and entered.
“Excuse us.”
I followed because I had made the medicine and was responsible for explaining it.
Baron Ambert lay in bed. Baroness Ambert sat nearby and looked equally surprised.
“I apologise for receiving you in this state,” the Baron said, trying to rise.
“Please remain lying down. Fabienne told me that you’ve been unwell.”
The Baroness’s gaze sharpened towards her daughter.
“Mother, you know that Lord Julius taught me to make facial toner and hand cream.”
“Yes, but what does that have to do with this?”
Fabienne steadied herself beneath her mother’s stern expression.
“I need both of you to keep a secret.”
“Does it concern the bottles you’re carrying?” Baron Ambert asked gently.
“Yes. Lord Julius compounds genuine magic potions, including those used by House Heine.”
She looked to me, and I stepped forward.
“The yellow potion is an antidote, and the red one is an elementary stamina-recovery potion. Both are officially supplied to the Heine knight order. I personally guarantee their quality.”
The Baron and Baroness stared at the bottles with understandable disbelief.
“It isn’t that I doubt you,” the Baron said, “but I have tried many potions, and none helped.”
He looked like a child confronted with another plate of hated vegetables. To him, magic potion probably meant foul-smelling punishment.
“This antidote has been sweetened, and the recovery potion is pleasant to drink. Neither resembles the medicines you’ve already tried.”
Fabienne and her mother moved closer to the bed with matching determination.
“My dear,” Baroness Ambert said, “Lord Julius brought these here for you. Please drink them.”
“Yes, Father. Refusing would be discourteous.”
“It’s safe,” I added. “The knights call this antidote the Goddess’s Secret Medicine.”
“The Goddess’s Secret Medicine?”
The name caught his attention, though he still looked wary.
“Come now,” his wife urged.
“Father.”
“Very well. Must it be immediately?”
“Now,” both women answered.
Baron Ambert surrendered.
He lifted the antidote and paused.
“This is remarkably clear.”
“My dear?”
“I’m drinking it.”
He took a cautious sip, then stared at the bottle.
“It’s sweet. How can an antidote taste like this?”
His eyes widened as he finished it.
“Please take the red potion as well,” I said. “It’ll help with the fatigue. Rest afterwards, and you should improve within a few days. Send for me if you don’t.”
Fabienne handed him the recovery potion. Its seal opened with a satisfying pop.
He drank, then looked almost offended when the bottle became empty.
“That was good. May I have another?”
“No,” Baroness Ambert said firmly. “You mustn’t drink medicine merely because you enjoy the taste.”
He stared mournfully at the empty bottle.
At least his dislike of potions had been cured. Now we had to see whether the antidote would cure everything else.
That’s not cute.