Chapter 102

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As the skill manifested, much of the intimidation dissipated.

His heart was still pounding in his chest, but he somehow managed to open his mouth.

"I didn't say I was curing him."

"... what?"

Duke Leif frowned.

"Lord Calpenter's physician is Viscount Rand, so it would be unseemly for me to treat him."

"...!"

Raymond looked at Viscount Rand.

"However, if Viscount Rand says he can't cure him, I'll treat him then."

Viscount Rand's expression hardened.

He had seen through Raymond's trick.

'Well, who's gonna treat him with ulterior motives? I should do it in an advantageous situation even if I treat ithim'

Raymond smirked to himself.

In this case, the tables were turned.

The ball is in Viscount Rand's court.

Raymond, on the other hand, is relieved of the burden.

If the treatment fails, he will not be blamed because Viscount Rand had the patient with the white flag, and if it succeeds, he will have a greater reputation than Viscount Rand.

Viscount Rand, cornered, gritted his teeth.

"What are you going to do, Viscount Ranf?"

"That..."

"Can he be cured?"

"If you give me a little more time..."

I can't cure him.

Viscount Rand's face said so.

But the words didn't seem to come out of his mouth.

Duke Leif's eyes narrowed.

Raymond spoke up.

'If you let your pride get the best of you and miss the cure, the patient will be the one to feel sorry for.'

"Well, Viscount Rand. Since you seem so troubled, I'll take a chance, but only on one condition."

"What is it?"

"I'm a healer. I'm not a god. I'll do my best, but sometimes bad things happen, so don't hold me unfairly responsible for the inevitable."

Duke Leif glared, and Raymond's heart thudded in his chest.

A sword master after all.

Even with the help of his Heart of Steel, the trembling didn't subside, but he didn't back down.

'This is important.'

As the battle intensifies, there will be countless deaths.

It was no good arguing with him like this.

Duke Leif snapped.

"You're arrogant."

"...!"

"You say your treatment is the best? What right do you have to say that?"

A greater, stormy sense of dignity swept over him.

Raymond stiffened his face.

His fingertips trembled against his will.

With a desperate effort, he managed to open his mouth.

"Then I'll prove it to you."

"...!"

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