《Exiled Aristocrat》Chapter 09: Tears
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I was flying through the sky.
How?
Aina obviously.
I discovered that I had a monstrous talent for using aina.
So here I am, flying through the sky.
Moooo
A cow moo could be heard from behind me.
As I turned my head toward the noise, I saw Maa appear behind me, she was riding a seven-colored unicorn.
I was so taken aback by what I had just witnessed that I lost my balance and fell from the sky.
Maa, being Maa, naturally flew toward me to save me from the fall.
“Moooo.” To my big surprise, the moo sound came from the unicorn.
Maa's speed was fast, but my fall speed was even faster because I could see the ground getting closer and closer. My body will be squished on the ground in a matter of seconds.
“I guess it's the end then, it was a fun ride,” I said without any regret, ready to face death.
Crisss
My "death" was interrupted by a metallic noise, which was followed by a bath in sunlight..
“Good day, Young Lord. I'm sorry to interrupt Young Lord's seemingly pleasant dream, but it's time for you to take your breakfast and your medicine.”
The voice belonged to Sirus, this manor beloved and only butler.
Why would I need medicine?
"Medicine?" I asked, still drunk from my sleep.
“Yes, medicine, Young Lord, have you forgotten about your arm??”
Trying to move my arm I unintentionally exclaimed, "Ah!"
I didn't snap until that point. When I removed the sheet that had been covering my body, it revealed that my right arm was wrapped in several layers of white bandage from wrist to shoulder.
I remembered everything,
One week ago, I got entangled in a very unfortunate accident.
I dislocated my elbow.
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How did it happen?
Well, it happened on the day I learned how to use aina. I felt it was necessary to repeat the experiment.
It was necessary to do so in order to identify patterns and other details regarding aina-wielding.
I did it for scientific purposes.
It's absolutely not because I was in an ecstatic state after having discovered how to use aina.
So, while I was conducting my second experiment: the mighty aina-enhanced Ronandt punch, just as I was about to throw it. I heard a snapping sound coming from my right arm.
Strangely, I couldn't feel my right arm any longer, or more precisely, I couldn't feel anything from the elbow to the fingers.
When I looked over it. I saw a strange deformity on the elbow.
I'm not sure if it was the aina or the amount of adrenaline my body produced to deal with the pain, but I didn't feel any pain back then.
However, I knew it would be a long time before the pain became unbearable.
I knew I needed help from someone in the house, but
Perhaps it was the fear of being reprimanded or the effect of adrenaline, but my first thoughts after noticing my dislocated elbow were, "What should I do?" If they find out that I hurt myself in this room, they will definitely bar me from using the library again.”
After a short time, I devised a bold yet effective plan.
I took a book with my non-injured arm and exited the library, going down the stairs to the ground floor while keeping a watchful eye on my surroundings.
When I got to the ground floor, I threw the book with all my might against the floor, and it slammed with a big "Paaah" on the floor, making a noise loud enough to reach the dining room, where a hurried approaching footstep could be heard.
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Soon, the face of the person whose footsteps belonged could be seen.
“Young Lord, What was that commotion? What happened?”
“Syrus, I tumbled and I think I twisted my elbow,” I said, my voice quavering and my eyes welling up.
Sirus hurried from where he stood to inspect me but by the time he reached me, by the time he did, tears were rolling down my face.
Tears huh, It seems everything went according to plan.
At least… I wished tearing was part of my plan.
Perhaps the anticipated pain was triggered by the sudden movement I made when throwing the book against the floor. I knew it would hurt, but it went above and beyond my expectations.
That day, for the first time in four years, I cried.
***
This brings us to the present.
Since Maa wasn't present. It is now Sirus' responsibility to look after me.
Before the accident, He let me do pretty much whatever I wanted.
I mean as long as I didn’t skip the three daily meals and the sleeping he wouldn’t comment at all.
As long as I didn't skip the three daily meals and slept, he wouldn't say anything.
But, in the last few days, Syrus has changed, he has evolved.
Perhaps because he believed the accident was caused by his carelessness, but the Sirus from before the accident has vanished, leaving behind a more overprotective, and overexaggerating Sirus.
A Maa 2.0.
I was barred from using the library until my right arm healed completely, which, according to doctor Sirus, could take anywhere from four weeks to a year.
“How is the Young Lord's arm doing?”
“As you can see, perfectly fine as you can see, and I'm confident that I don't need to take these medications any longer.”
The medicines I was referring to were some sort of bitter soup, and when I asked what plants were used to make it, he only said that some things are better left unknown.
With a deadpan expression, Sirus said. “I wouldn't advise it. If I stop your treatment, the injuries could worsen and become infected, and I'm afraid I'd have to amputate Young Lord's right arm.”
“Huh…”
“I was entrusted by Mathilda to look after the Young Lord while she was away, and I intend to return you in one piece. But if the young Lord insists, I won't mind stopping the treatment, but I'm sure Maa won't be pleased to see a One-armed Young Lord when she returns.”
“Okay~ Okay, I was just joking.”
Oh, I nearly forgot.
No, Sirius did not consult a doctor to rectify my elbow.
He fixed it himself.
I wouldn't say he was particularly skilled, but he seemed confident in his ability to repair my twisted elbow.
I didn't know that at the time, so when he grabbed my arm to put it back in place, I thought he was trying to kill me.
Now that I think about it, I definitely fainted back then.
It would undoubtedly be a traumatic event for any reasonable four-year-old.
I was able to open up with Sirus, ironically, because of my accident. I can now have a conversation with him without feeling awkward for either of us.
He may not appear to be so, but he is a very pleasant guy.
His remarks can be a little bit over-sarcastic at times, but he is a nice guy overall.
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