I’m Not Doing This With A Friend

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At the sound of a sudden knock, Leen's head tilted.

Jane said she had something to buy in the shopping district. It hasn't been long since she left.

If it was Jane, she would have unlocked the door with the key without her needing to knock.

"Who are you?" (Leen)

"…"

"It would be hard to open it unless you tell me who you are." (Leen)

"…Mister."

Leen was also surprised at the man's voice she heard at the women's dormitory, but when she heard the word ‘Mister‘, her eyes widened.

‘Mister? Maybe, was he the man I'm thinking of?'

Leen quickly opened the door.

"Why are you here…?"

As expected, the man Leen thought was right for the person outside the door.

The nobleman who often sent her letters asking for advice after receiving a bouquet of azalea flowers.

It has been a source of income for Leen these days.

He told Leen what had happened with a distorted face.

"I have something urgent to consult."

Leen's mouth slowly opened with absurdity.

‘This brazen man.'

No matter how urgent it was, you shouldn't break into the women's dormitory.

He was a person who really resembled Carson, from his face to his actions.

There seemed to be a problem with this man, who always reminded me about Carson.

"…Just come in."

Leen massaged her forehead and called the man.

This was because she didn't think that this ‘man‘ was dangerous by looking at the behavior he had been showing. His expression also looked very serious.

Did they really have a big fight this time?

After closing the door, Leen felt somewhat relieved and asked, looking at the man.

"Why did you come all of a sudden without contacting me? Rather, you came here knowing that this was a women's dormitory, right?"

The man slowly turned away, avoiding Leen's eyes.

"The method you taught me last time worked incredibly well."

‘The method I taught you last time?'

Leen squinted as she thought about what method it was.

I don't know how to say it because I've already had so many letters exchanged with him.

‘Ah.'

"You don't have an apron?"

The man nodded slightly.

"Oh my, did you really do that?"

At those words, Leen instinctively imagined the scene by substituting the man's face.

‘Phew..'

Leen covered her mouth seemingly shocked, and asked carefully.

"Mister, don't you have any sons left?"

But she soon realized that it was a ridiculous question.

Looking at the young appearance of the man, it was fortunate if there was a five-year-old child.

Still, wasn't it unreasonable to wait for the child to reach adulthood?

Not only for the age, but there was also a difference in status.

When Leen asked if he had any remaining son, the man thought of his son and frowned.

The reason he came to Leen in a hurry using teleportation today was because of his unhelpful son.

"I hope we don't talk about my son."

"Oh, I'm sorry." (Leen)

The man just hated to think of his son, who stole his wife's attention.

However, Leen thought the man was offended by mentioning his precious son.

"More than that, there's something I want to consult."

Leen folded her arms at the man's serious expression and prepared to listen.

‘Finally, the main point.'

"My wife thinks too much about another man, so how could I turn her attention to me? These days, she doesn't even try to touch me."

The man's sharp eyes seemed to be somewhat sullen.

"What? Your wife thinks about another man?"

‘Did your wife have an affair? If she's having an affair. Then it was a very serious situation.' (Leen)

How could she turn her eyes away from someone who's so handsome and loves his wife dearly?

Once again, I thought that his wife was great.

Of course, Leen had no idea that the man that his wife was interested in these days was their son, or that it was Carson, so she thought that.

Leen scanned the man's serious face.

He's handsome. That's no joke either.

‘It's not that there's no way.'

After she finished calculating in her head, she lifted her tightly closed lips.

"Mister, do you trust me?"

For now, this was what Lien thought of as the man's problem.

Being overly obsessed with his wife.

Looking back on this man's actions so far, he must have been jealous of trivial things, hugging his wife from time to time.

It would have been good for the first time and his wife must have liked it too. Honestly, wasn't everyone's dream of having a husband that only loves his wife?

But it seemed that his excessive obsession might have caused his wife to get fed up.

In fact, there was one thing that Leen realized while giving that man some advice, and that his wife had the same taste as hers to a frightening degree.

Then there's only one thing this man has to do.

"You always cling to your wife first and touch her, don't you?" (Leen)

It was correct. The man slowly raised his gaze as if surprised. An expression that gives him goosebumps.

"How do you…"

Leen asked him with a serious face.

"Mister. From this moment on, touching your wife was prohibited."

At Lien's words, the man's eyes widened so much beyond comparison.

He stutters his words out of harmony with his harsh atmosphere.

"Oh, how could I do that?"

Seeing the man's shocked face, Leen nodded as if she understood everything.

"Listen carefully. Once you stop touching and leave her for a few days, your wife would feel strange and come to approach you herself."

The man looked in distress just by thinking, and forced his head to nod.

It was a small gesture like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, but Leen, who quickly noticed that his nod, continued.

"Try to cry then."

"What…?"

The man questioned Leen as if he had misheard, but her expression was firm.

"Just cry… Cry in front of her." (Leen)

The man's forehead narrowed.

In the meantime, no matter how much Leen helped him and his relationship with his wife improved, he thought that the method she presented this time was absurd.

"But crying wasn't manly."

Then Leen clicked her tongue briefly and shook her head.

"Mister. In that case, how were you able to wear a shirt with a frilled cat paw apron? You still have such outdated ideas, so you couldn't win your wife's attention."

It was purely Leen's delusion that the man wore a frilled cat paw apron, but…

Anyway, the man began to falter a little by Leen's determined words.

"Would that really work…?"

Looking at the anxious man, Leen raised her chin arrogantly.

"I don't know about others, but your wife would like it. I guarantee you." (Leen)

Because I'm weak against crying men. If that's a handsome person, even more so.

"Mister, you have to trust me completely."

The man stared at Leen with trembling pupils.

Then, he nodded resolutely after realizing that he had never lost money by listening to her so far.

"Thank you. I'll let you know the review by letter."

In his resolution, Leenn nodded to him cheering for his determination.

"I'll be waiting for the good news."

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Making medicine for a potato-girl over the weekend, I visited her in my major class.

But for some reason, Leen couldn't see the way she always chatted with her friends beside her.

Slowly I approached the potato-girl's friend and asked.

"Hey, where's potato-girl, who always sat with you?" (Leen)

She looked wary. Looking at her unfavorable gaze on me, I thought it was probably one of the potato girl's friends who had been with her in the cafeteria before.

"Why are you looking for Amila?"

"Amila?"

That's right. Potato girl's name was Amila. Now that I'm used to calling her potato girl, saying her name seemed awkward.

Huh? I'm sure I asked where the potato girl was, but if she asked me why I'm looking for Amila…

Doesn't she agree with the potato girl's nickname?

As expected of my ‘potato girl'. She has already been recognized by her friends.

This mother is happy that ‘potato girl' has been recognized by others.

As the creator of the potato girl's nickname, I answered her with a bit of pride.

"I have something for Amila."

She looked at me with disapproving eyes for a moment, then sighed.

"I don't know what happened, but Amila doesn't look good today, so if you want to give it, give it to her another day."

Leen's head tilted as if wondering, even though I thought, ‘It's just started.'

"Why? Was the potato girl sick?" (Leen)

"It's like her skin doesn't work well with her facial muscles or something. That's why she went to the nurse's office. Well, it should get better soon with some divine power."

"…Well, thank you for letting me know." (Leen)

"What? You're not going to Amila right now, are you?"

Leaving her question behind, I headed straight to the nurse's office.

The Arena Academy certainly had a lot of talented doctors, priests, and wizards.

However, the side effects caused by Barmon Knirina could only be cured with the treatment developed by my mother.

Before the potato girl's condition got any worse, it seemed that I had to hand over the remedy quickly.

It was fortunate that I made the medicine in a timely manner.

When Leen entered the nurse's office, she could immediately see the potato girl drenched in tears.

Seeing that there was no significant change in her appearance yet, it didn't seem to be in a serious stage.

If it was mild facial paralysis, it could be cured by applying the treatment for a few days.

"Potato girl." (Leen)

When I called her, the potato girl's eyes, which were sobbing with her head down, turned to me.

"What…? Are you here to mock me?" (Amila)

"It's not like that." (Leen)

"It's not what!!" (Amila)

She closed her eyes and screamed back.

"The cause was still unknown, so it couldn't be cured. Divine power doesn't work, nor does healing magic work! If you're not here to ridicule me in this situation, then what?" (Amila)

‘Hmm.' I think it's still in the early stages, considering that her pronunciation hasn't slurred yet.

…I think I'll give it to you in a few days.

However, I couldn't do that because I knew that the later I give, the more uncomfortable I'd feel.

Who the hell would I be like?