I Was Summoned To Be Sold as a Son-in-Law - I Was Summoned To Be Sold as a Son-in-Law chapter 48

48 – Be Treated

“I’ll prepare a meal soon, so quench your thirst first.”

I couldn’t tell how much he hadn’t washed, so a boy with almost gray hair handed me a water bottle.

‘Is this the water that floated from the well earlier…’

I looked at her holding the ceramic water bottle she handed me in one hand.

At first glance, the water did not look transparent and did not seem to be very hygienic.

‘If you drink this, you won’t get sick…’

He looks at his father, who is lying on a wooden bed covered in sweat.

Nobles drink water purified by magic.

I was unfamiliar with this type of water, having always drank it even after coming here.

I look at the boy who is fidgeting with a water bottle in his hand.

‘It’s not a boy, it’s a girl…’

Her body was thin, but upon closer inspection, I realized that she was a girl.

‘Maybe the hair is blonde too.’

The gold color stands out here and there on hair that has become dirty due to dust accumulation.

I became confused about whether to drink water or not, so I decided to change the topic.

“What’s your name? I um…”

I knew it was polite to reveal the name first when asked, but I wasn’t sure if I could easily bring up Thomas Anderson’s name.

At that time, the name of a villain from a wizard novel I read as a child popped into my head.

“I am Tom Riddle.”

“Um, I’m Scylla… Scylla… Umm…”

“Sila… That’s a good name.”

She stopped talking as if she was swallowing what she was saying, but I didn’t pay much attention to it.

He probably doesn’t have a last name. I know that commoners in this world do not have family names.

“Oh, you are of noble birth, after all.”

Maybe because I live in a world where it is natural to have a last name, I made the mistake of thinking that I had to use my last name, even if it was an alias.

‘If only I had just called him Tom…’

But there was nothing we could do about the water that had already spilled.

“Yes, it wasn’t a very famous family.”

I felt a little sorry for the Anderson family, but guess what? Now I am Riddle.

The past tense was implicitly used to convey the absurd nuance of a fallen nobleman.

But then Silas suddenly pounced on me and grabbed my hand with both of her hands.

“Ah, you used magic earlier! Please! I’ll do anything, so please save my father!”

I smiled bitterly.

Of course, most of the priests are nobles.

In a way, a priest is similar to a sorcerer, because holy magic can only be used after receiving revelation from God.

For this reason, the number of priests is extremely small.

Each country’s capital should have more than one, and even large cities might have one or two.

Perhaps she mistakenly believes that if she is a noble, she has the abilities of a priest.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have the ability to fix your father.”

“B-But nobles all have great power! Even the magic you used to catch the bear earlier…!”

I just closed my eyes and sighed.

I feel like the fatigue from the hard work that I had hidden in my subconscious is coming back to me late.

When Sheila saw my expression, she said, ‘Hot’ and seemed to come to her senses for a moment, and then she walked away from me.

“I’m sorry… I’m a huge disgrace to the adventurer…”

‘Adventurer?’

This is the first word I hear when I come to this world.

However, it is a word that was originally seen many times in subcultures around the world.

Adventurer.

‘Was it here too…’

Definitely, it is better to have a job wherever you go.

So I didn’t bother to deny it.

‘Now that this has happened, should I just pretend to be an adventurer until I get back home?’

I chuckled and suggested it to Silas.

“It’s okay. I can’t cure your father, but can you let me see his condition for a moment?”

“Yes, yes! Please!”

She suddenly brightened up, like someone who had caught a glimmer of hope, and nodded her head vigorously.

‘Did I say I was looking after you for no reason? It’s a burden.’

The only thing I can do is feed him the potion I have.

‘There is no guarantee that it will get better…’

I was regretting it a little, but Silas, who had brightened up, started to walk out of the house at a brisk pace.

Come to think of it, when I came in earlier, I saw a very poor kitchen attached to the wall outside the house.

Are you trying to go out to prepare the meal you mentioned earlier?

Should I be considered very generous in leaving a stranger I’ve only met for less than an hour alone with my sick father?

‘Aren’t you believing it too much?’

The burden becomes even greater.

No, before that…

“Are you trying to make food with this water?”

I pointed to the water bottle I was holding in one hand without even touching it with the other finger.

Sila tilted her face with a questioning look, as if it was obvious.

“So?”

I closed my eyes tightly.

Not only that he didn’t drink water, but I worked hard to prepare him a meal, so it seemed like a huge disrespect if he didn’t even open his mouth.

But I was too reluctant to drink this water because it might make me sick.

“Ho, could you please bring me a pot?”

Sila tilted her head again,

“Got it!”

And ran out of the house,

He came back right away.

In one hand, he held an iron pot.

‘Still, there is iron…’

In the Middle Ages, it was difficult to find ironware in such a poor village.

This pot may be the only metal we own in this house.

Still, the capacity was quite large, so it seemed like it would take about 3 to 4 liters when filled with water.

I held out my hand to her, and she obediently held out her pot to me.

She had taken such good care of it that the pot was so smooth that her face was visible through it.

‘It’s probably like a treasure in this house…’

After putting the pot on the floor, I held the dagger at my waist with my left hand and held out my right hand toward the pot.

And then,

-Normally…

Using the water creation magic I developed myself, I poured it into the pot.

“Oh…”

Sheila looked at my magic with wide eyes.

I stopped the magic after filling about 80% of the pot.

Sila looked at me with eager eyes.

“Can I have a little drink?”

“As much as you want.”

Even if you drink all the water in the pot, you can easily refill this amount anyway.

If you use all of the dagger’s magic power, you can create dozens of liters of water.

Sila took the wooden cup placed on the shelf in the corner and tried to pour water in the pot.

“Wait a minute,”

I stopped her and cast a new water spell on her cup.

-Gulp.

“Puha~~!”

She lets out a cool exclamation, like someone who has gulped down an electrolyte drink after an extreme workout.

“It’s really delicious! I’ve never had water that tastes so clean!”

“Really?”

I smiled. It feels good to be praised for the results of one’s actions.

Besides, I thought the water tasted really good.

Even the magically purified water that the nobles drank had a slightly foul smell.

“Yes! Really. Even in the system… Eup!”

Sila covered her mouth as if she had said something she shouldn’t have said.

‘Institution? ‘Why the system?’

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I just thought she had gone to the island and tried drinking water, so I didn’t bother to ask.

‘Everyone has personal circumstances.’

I lifted up the pot filled with water.

“Where can I take it?”

“Ahh.! I’ll do it!”

I walked outside, ignoring the fact that she was fidgeting as she stretched out both hands toward me, but couldn’t bear to touch my body.

You could just put it on something like the kitchen stove you saw earlier…

“Thank you!”

Sila bowed her head and started cooking.

‘Something good like this…’

When I came here, I remembered being surrounded by strong noble women and always being treated like a weak girl.

When I descended into the world of commoners, I felt like something had finally returned to normal.

Silas took off the dried corn kernels she had hung from her roof and began grinding them diligently.

Then he took something out of a large sack placed next to the stove.

‘Green onions?’

It looks very similar to the green onions I am familiar with.

But one difference is

‘It’s so big…’

The diameter and length seemed to be two to three times that of most green onions.

‘Maybe his name was Riku.’

I’ve seen it on display at a street vegetable stand in the Wangdo Market a few times.

What Silas took out was bigger than that.

She began to work hard on it.

I stared at that scene blankly for a while and then suddenly remembered that I had work to do.

‘Let’s take a look…’

I left the kitchen, went back inside the house, and went to the side of the middle-aged man who was lying on the bed.

‘I have a high fever and my breathing is very short.’

I’ve never seen anyone die soon, but it’s probably right now that I see it.

He looked so critically ill that it made you wonder.

I took out a health potion from the potion holder and poured it into his mouth.

‘If this doesn’t work, there’s nothing I can do…’

Fortunately, the effect came quickly.

His breathing soon became stable, and his frowning expression became gentle.

Still, I couldn’t let down my guard.

Potions are really inflexible guys who only do what they do.

The health potion only removes damage inflicted on the body.

Perhaps the disease itself remains the same, and only the body damaged by the disease has returned to its original state.

To put it simply, the body has simply returned to its initial state of infection.

‘There’s nothing more I can do anyway.’

No, there is one thing.

But that…

I think of a different type of potion in Baekdori’s subspace.

The very potion used to treat Baekdori.

If that were the case, diseases would also be cured.

But do I have that level of loyalty?

While I was in agony, the door opened and Silas came in.

She brought a wooden bowl on a wooden tray.

The wooden bowl was filled with delicious, yellow soup, steaming up.

‘For now, let’s eat and think.’

Recently, I have been eating plenty of meat, but how much carbohydrates are there?

I picked up a wooden spoon, gently scooped up the top part of the soup and brought it to my mouth.