7th Time Loop WN Vol. 5 Fan Translation

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Rishe immediately stood up and turned to Arnold. Even without expressing her wishes, he seemed to understand.

"You can do as you wish."

"Thank you, Your Highness...!"

Expressing her heartfelt gratitude, Rishe dashed out of the VIP box.

Pushing open the first of the double doors, she found the second already open, leading to the corridor. A unfamiliar knight, who was on guard duty, exclaimed in surprise. While apologizing to them, Rishe scanned her surroundings.

(There are only knights' presence downstairs... I don't have time to casually descend the stairs right now...!)

Gripping the handrail of the spiral staircase leading downstairs, she quickly removed her shoes. She elegantly lifted the hem of her dress and jumped onto the handrail.

"Whoa, Princess Rishe!?"

Ignoring the knight's voice, Rishe swiftly descended by following the handrail. In a matter of seconds, she reached the first floor, where the knights who usually guarded her were stationed.

"Princess Rishe, is it an emergency!?"

Though they seemed flustered, they raised their voices with a hint of familiarity.

"For now, please take the shoes I'm holding. Here! Thank you, Kamil, Dennis!"

While running, Rishe quickly dropped the shoes she had been holding. Lightened, she called out to them as she continued. "Also, please call a doctor. Coordinate with the staff and members of the theater! Prince Arnold will have more directions, so someone go to His Highness's room on the fourth floor!"

"Yes!"

Parting ways with the royal guards who immediately began to move, Rishe continued without stopping towards the waiting room. She had confirmed the layout of the theater by checking the map posted in the corridor. She had a habit of checking emergency exits and such when she first visited a new place. It seemed Arnold was the same, as they had both stopped in the corridor earlier, startling the temporary guards who had been assigned.

(The waiting room is this way!)

Upon reaching the door, she found that the area where theater security personnel would usually be was now deserted.

The theatre cast members were yelling, "...Sylvia! Sylvia, pull yourself together!"

"Pardon me!" Calling out to the crowd, Rishe saw the pale-faced members of the theater troupe. "I have medicinal knowledge. Until the doctor arrives, let me provide first aid!"

"Ah, yes, please...!"

A flustered man stepped aside, allowing Rishe to take his place.

Sylvia, the songstress, lay on the floor of the waiting room. Despite the glamorous makeup on her beautiful face, she looked noticeably pale.

"Sylvia, can you respond to my voice?"

Sylvia, with a contorted face, nodded ever so slightly.

(She's conscious. No bleeding. Rapid pulse...)

Above all, her breathing seemed shallow. Rishe calmly asked, trying to reassure Sylvia, "Do you have a headache? I'm currently touching your right shoulder and left shoulder. Do you feel any numbness in either?"

"I-I'm... okay... but... it's... hard... to breathe..."

"Understood. Just wait a moment."

Rishe borrowed a nearby scarf-like object that seemed to be a prop and placed it over Sylvia's body. She untied the ribbon around the back of her dress, loosening the corset that had been wrapped around her, and lifted her up with the scarf still covering her eyes. Seeing this, the members of the theater troupe panicked.