I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-5. Unrelenting Pain

Everyone’s kindness seeps deep into my heart.

…In this world, my body’s abilities might be cheat-like, but perhaps the greatest cheat ability I’ve been given is the fortune of meeting these four.

If I hadn’t met them, I wouldn’t have worked this hard.

I might have even ended up as one of those rotten nobles Alice despises.

“…Sorry. I guess I wanted to look cool in front of everyone.”

“Come on… you don’t need to do that. I already think you’re—”

“—Ouga-sama! I’ve brought the doctor!”

“Thank you for being so quick, Alice! But I wish you could’ve waited just a few more seconds!”

“I don’t fully understand, but every second of Ouga-sama’s time is the most precious in the world! This takes top priority!”

“Absolutely! My apologies!”

Alice had carried the family physician in a princess carry, and Mashiro, overwhelmed by her intensity, was apologizing for something.

“Ouga-sama. Could you please describe in detail how your symptoms have changed since the last time?”

Meanwhile, the physician remained calm and focused on his task.

As expected of someone Father trusts as our family doctor.

Not even flustered by being carried into the castle like a princess…

“…………”

Since Alice is also listening, I could try to downplay it… but I was just told by the three of them not to make that choice.

It’s okay. The issue with my right arm isn’t solely Alice’s responsibility.

And I know she’ll respect my wishes.

“…The frequency of the pain has been increasing.”

“…!”

Alice bit her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed, but upon noticing my gaze, she quickly composed herself, managing at least a neutral expression.

For better or worse, it feels like we’ve taken a step forward.

First, I need to decide how to face this pain.

Father knows about the symptoms, but I haven’t told him it’s worsening.

Can this world’s medicine even cure it?

I’ve tried prescribed painkillers, but their effect is minimal.

The fear of it being incurable has made me procrastinate.

If it can’t be cured… it means I’ll be deemed unfit for battle.

And if that happens, I won’t be able to protect everyone. That’s the one thing I can’t accept.

Such immature hesitation has been dulling my resolve.

Father will likely scold me, but it’s my own fault. I’ll accept it.

“Ouga-sama. I will perform another examination. Please let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort.”

“Alright, thank you.”

While there are many issues arising from my actions as a Saint and new relationships, I need to address this arm pain first.

I glared at my uncooperative arm, still far from its prime condition.