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Charlotte was taken aback! He looked Nell up and down, as if he wanted to get to know his cousin again. After a long while, he asked, "Are you serious?"

Nell nodded, he could only see resoluteness on his face, if this was his acting skills, then his acting skills were too powerful.

"Brother Brent was injured at a bad time, and in fact, I don't know if he will survive this time. If...... If there is really a case, the heir's affairs will not be handled well, and Lotsente, who has finally recovered, will likely fall into the brink of civil war. I am not strong enough to sit on that throne, and I am certainly more suitable for the younger Hibbert as my brother's heir. ”

"Do you really think a toddler can sit on the throne in these troubled times?" Charlotte asked, staring into Nell's eyes.

Nell didn't shy away, it seemed that the question had been bothering him for a long time, and he had come up with a final answer. Nell replied, "I'll do my best to help little Hibbert!"

- I'm afraid that you won't even be able to protect yourself when the time comes.

Charlotte thought to herself. But he didn't say this, and in Nell Charlotte saw the precious qualities that he was about to pass away, which made him very emotional—he was really a noble knight!

But in Charlotte's position, it is really difficult to intervene in the heir battle when Nell himself is reluctant. By this time, they had already walked out of the staircase, and Charlotte had just the right amount to change the subject.

"Is it really that bad in Brente?"

Charlotte dismantled the soundproofing spell, and on both sides of the hallway, the guards were saluting him with expressions of curiosity and reverence.

“…… The Grand Duke has less and less time to be sober. Nell was silent for a moment, perhaps with some scruples, and finally replied, "Just look at it." ”

Charlotte nodded with a heavy heart.

The two of them came to Brent's door, which was a double-door structure painted with Leslie's coat of arms and exploits, and from this door alone could imagine the spaciousness of the master bedroom. The knights on both sides also knew Charlotte, and they respectfully saluted Charlotte and pushed the door open for him. Charlotte took the lead and after taking two steps, she realized that Nell hadn't followed, so she turned her head to look at her questioningly.

Nell shook his head slightly, "I won't disturb your meeting with the Grand Duke, I hope the Grand Duke is awake now." ”

Charlotte didn't persuade anymore, nodded and went straight inside. The double doors behind him slowly closed under the control of the knights, and in front of him was a four-room living room, without a living room, presumably Brent's usual meeting place was not the same as the living room.

The first entry is the spacious bedroom, next to which a closed door presumably leads to the toilet, and two open doors that serve as a study and storage room, as well as a transparent glass door next to the bedroom that opens onto the terrace.

Now that the storage room seems to be temporarily used as a pharmacy, Charlotte comes in and smells a strange smell of incense mixed with medicine, reminiscent of the smell of an elderly person's room. Although the bedroom is spacious, it is not bright, and all the vents are either closed or covered by curtains, which makes the room dark and twilight.

Charlotte noticed an aristocratic brown-haired woman with her hair in a bun sitting sideways on the large bed in the center of the bedroom, washing a hand towel in a copper basin. One maid stood nervously on the left and right, while another was busy in the apothecary.

Charlotte did not let the three women look away when they entered, and the aristocratic woman sitting on the edge of the bed asked without looking back, "Lena, is little Hibbert hungry again?"

Lena was supposed to be her personal lady-in-waiting, and despite not seeing her for more than two years, Charlotte quickly confirmed the identity of the noble woman. She was Eve, Grand Duchess of Lotsente, and Charlotte's cousin-in-law.

"I'm Charlotte. Charlotte explained softly as he walked over to the bed, "How's Brent doing?"

Charlotte's words startled Eve, and she quickly wiped her hands dry with a towel and hurriedly stood up. It stands to reason that as Eve, it is completely possible to hand Charlotte her hand and let Charlotte kiss her hand. But perhaps for health reasons, Eve did not do so, but pinched the corner of her skirt and saluted Charlotte.

"Welcome, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Icewind Castle!"

The two maids also saluted Charlotte in a panic.

Charlotte turned sideways to avoid Eve's salute and waved her hand to signal the maids to get up, "Eve, there are only relatives here, no archdukes." ”

Eve nodded, as if she had been under extreme stress these days, and the moment she saw Charlotte, her eyes moistened with tears. She choked up, "I—I didn't expect this to happen at all, Brent was so careless, I, I...... All in all, it's great that you can come, Charlotte!"

"Don't worry, I'll do my best. Charlotte walked over to the bed, pointed to the bed and asked, "Can I?"

Eve nodded, and Charlotte sat down, then carefully examined Brent's face.

After only two years of not seeing him, Brent looked much older, and he did not look like a young man in his thirties at all when he was lying in bed, but like a middle-aged man who was about to enter his twilight years. His face was pale, and his lips were not bloody, like a zombie that had just been dug out of the ground, and his skin was shriveled and unmoisturized.

He was a withered figure, completely devoid of his former appearance, and Charlotte reached for his wrist, feeling as thin as a firewood stick.

The magic energy was like a spirit snake into Brent's body, and Charlotte frowned and asked, "Didn't you ask the church pastor to come and see it?"

"How could it not be. Eve's face was tired, and her voice was slightly choked when she seemed to be sad, "But the archbishop of Lotsente, the highest rank, also shook his head and said no, and said that Brent was dead, like a candle with only a few remnants left, and forcibly treating him with magic would only kill him on the spot." What nonsense, are those people just looking forward to Brent's death, and don't want to think about who created a new situation for Lotsente...... Sorry, I complained that I shouldn't have said it in my capacity. Charlotte, how is he doing?"

Eve asked wistfully.

Charlotte was stunned, and she really didn't know how to answer. The archbishop was right, Brent's greatest problem was not the wound, but the fact that the vitality in his body was almost cut off like a candle that was about to be extinguished.

Since taking the throne, Brent has been sleepless at night, struggling with the rise of Lotsente, and the accumulated stress and exhaustion have put his body on the verge of collapse. After being assassinated, the Assassin's methods caused his vitality to drain rapidly in a short period of time. It is precisely when the archbishop sees this that he frankly admits that he is helpless.

You must know that the means of the church are to stimulate the vitality to recover from the injury, and Brent is about to break his life, and where can the vitality give the archbishop a means. Because of this, in the end, it became a situation where he was reluctant to use medicine.

Charlotte didn't answer for a long time, which made Eve's heart sink. Now Charlotte's prestige has long spread throughout the world of Steeu, in Eve's opinion, Charlotte is definitely one of the top figures of the younger generation, she originally had the illusion that the archbishop refused to be treated for political reasons, but when she saw Charlotte's silence, she immediately sensed that something was wrong.

After realizing the diagnosis, the young queen suddenly felt sad, she covered her mouth, tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and her voice was choked, "It's difficult, can't you help it?"