7th Time Loop WN Vol. 6 Fan Translation

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A few hours ago, when the information about "a ship on the canal catching fire" came in, Raul felt a strong sense of unease.

(A ship fire? And conveniently, at the time when those two are out by the canal...)

The future crown prince and princess of this country had gone out together after dinner. Despite several knights being called to patrol the area, Raul remained at the mansion to continue his supervision of Yoel.

According to the hurriedly exchanged information among the servants and the guards, at the time of the fire, Arnold Hein and Rishe were apparently near the flames.

(Could it be that the "incident" His Highness was wary of has occurred?)

After leaning on the handrail of the stairs and pondering for a moment, Raul dismissed his own thoughts.

(...Impossible. If that were the case, it wouldn't be contained to such a minor commotion.)

As he overlooked Oliver giving instructions at the entrance, it seemed certain that only one ship was burning. And above all, Arnold Hein and that girl were there.

(My priority isn't over there. It's been said that the monster couple themselves are taking command at the scene. It's inconceivable that the situation wouldn't settle down now.)

Amidst a strange sense of foreboding, Raul reassured himself.

But by the time the night turned to the next morning and upon seeing Rishe's pale complexion as she returned to the mansion, he reconsidered his thoughts.

"Raul...!" Rishe greeted him with cheeks as pale as if she had plunged into a winter lake.

Their paths crossed as Rishe ascended the stairs and Raul descended. Raul, who had intended to greet Rishe casually, noticed her strained face as she headed toward the floor with the bedrooms.

(She's desperately trying to behave as usual to avoid attracting attention to any disturbance...)

Then Raul sensed Arnold Hein returning to the upper floor.

(Should I have gone against His Highness's orders and went to the canal too? ...But regretting it now won't change anything.)

While feeling the urge to click his tongue, Raul addressed Rishe. "I'll the servants and knights not to approach the upper floor. I'll inform Oliver and the others with some excuse about the Crown Princess not feeling well."

"Thank you, Raul...!"

"Just take your time. Sweet dreams."

With a casual farewell, Raul had to maintain an air of calmness. The usually composed Rishe seemed so agitated.

(Now then...)

Before Yoel, who was asleep, woke up, there were things that needed to be taken care of. Quietly, Raul descended the stairs.

If Arnold's injuries were known, it would cause significant chaos and inconvenience in various places. Sensing that Arnold had made that judgment, Rishe had been desperately attempting to suppress her anxiety.

After treating the rescued woman to calm her down and assisting with the evacuation from the burning ship, she had been moving around separately from Arnold.

Finally returning to the mansion where they were staying, Rishe, covered in soot, had to bathe to avoid suspicion. She had given up on hiding it from Raul, but she was sure it wouldn't be noticed by others.

"Your Highness Arnold...!"

Rishe burst into the bedroom, Arnold, as usual, had a calm expression as he sat on the bed. He held documents in his hand. Seeing that he was still alive yet not resting, Rishe felt close to tears.

"No, you must lie down!"

Rushing to the bedside, she sat down on the floor by Arnold's feet. Looking down at Rishe, who was almost powerless, Arnold gently touched her cheek.

"You don't need to be upset."

"But your injuries..."

"I've already stopped the bleeding, and I judged the wounds not to be too deep."

Considering the location of the stab wounds and the amount of bleeding, Rishe vigorously shook her head.

"Please let me check as well."

"...Rishe."

"It's not that I doubt Your Highness's ability to treat yourself. But please... I must see for myself..."

Arnold probably disliked showing weaknesses like wounds to others. Still, Rishe looked up at him and tightly gripped the sheets on the bed.

"...Please, Your Highness..."

Seeing Rishe's almost tearful expression, Arnold sighed.

He placed the documents he had been holding on the bed. Then, as if crossing his arms, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off in one swift motion. His beautifully sculpted upper body, with chiseled muscles despite appearing slender around the waist, was revealed.

As he took off his shirt, his hair became disheveled. Arnold shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair to fix it.

Although Rishe would have been terribly shy and embaraased if she had seen him like this under normal circumstances. But now, even tho she faced with his perfectly symmetrical body (as if a work of art), she felt only strong worry and impatience.

There were two painful scars, one being an old scar on his neck. And another was the abdomen, which was freshly bandaged.

"Here." Arnold took Rishe's hand and allowed her to touch the bandage on his abdomen. "Do as you like."

"Thank you..."

Having received permission, Rishe proceeded to unwrap the bandage to check.