When he tried to wake up again from this shallow coma, the Count of Hertha was, as expected, once again stopped by a headache that seemed to be about to burst. This time, however, the pain seemed to be much weaker than before, which made Count Hertha begin to regain a little consciousness.

Myself...... What were you doing?

Together with the Count of Amancia, they departed from the international airport, the capital of the Duchy of Remephilia, from the regular ship that had been chartered by the two of them.

Meet the young man who looks very young. Count Amencia still seemed to be saying something to him.

The three of them left the bustling capital of the principality together, and then led by the man after a long journey, until they finally came to a place close to the border with the Republic of Calvard.

At the entrance of the strange-looking, lonely building, he introduced himself to his next plan - first to use a special drug to temporarily numb his perception of the outside world, and then use some kind of suggestion and other magic to get rid of his addiction. The man also explained in particular—it was something like making the two of them forget what it would be like to have the kind of medicine they had taken before—and naturally, there was no problem.

Naturally, Count Hertha did not believe this—and so did Count Ammancia on the side. He asked sharply, he deliberately pushed away a lot of important work and came here to solve this troublesome matter, but the other party used such an absurd so-called to deal with himself. But the young man argued that this was an ancient treatment that had existed in Calvard's underworld before Remephilia's well-developed modern medical system began to become famous, and that similar treatments had always existed in it. He also stated that if the treatment still didn't work, they were willing to pay any price to compensate them for their losses - after all, their identity, location, and relevant industrial contacts were already known to the Count of Ammancia.

So, with this skeptical attitude, the two walked into the strange-looking building. As a house on the outskirts of the city, it is a bit oversized, and it seems difficult for the average person to find its location unless they are deliberately looking for it.

The interior of the building can be described as very empty. However, the smell that permeated the air made Count Hertha feel a little uncomfortable—and for some reason he seemed to faintly see a pair of inconspicuous shoes in the corner near one of the rooms.

That's – children's shoes. Wouldn't it be a little strange, he thought?

However, before he could react to this, an old man in the hall had already handed him a glass of light blue liquid.

"Forget it...... Let's use a dead horse as a live horse doctor. Watching Count Amasia take the same thing and drink it down, Count Hertha took a sip with such a mentality.

The effect of the medicine came quickly—as the young man himself boasted. Count Hertha began to feel that his body was out of his control, and that his soul seemed to have floated into the sky higher than the maximum flight height of the airship. It was a joy like never before—he thought, more exciting than that damn stupid weed smoke. What he got in this potion was that he couldn't get the most out of it, his imagination was too fragile to get the most out of it.

In the ethereal air, there seemed to be laughter and cries? No, that must be their own delusion.

Whenever he wanted to wake up from such a dream, a tingling in the depths of his brain would make him give up on the idea. Yes, if you don't enjoy such a beautiful reality, isn't it a bit too wasteful?

Stay a little longer.

Stay a little longer...... Just for a moment......

Before you know it, the sky is getting darker. The extreme happiness and freedom that I felt before slowly turned into panic.

Where is this? What am I doing? What the hell did I just do? Count Hertha suddenly woke up to the fact that he could barely think because of the intense headache. But, he knew, it was time — it was time to shake off this damn illusion and return to reality.

—Huh...... Ah, ...... Count Hertha, who opened his eyes suddenly, felt the sun shining in reality—at this moment, he was lying quietly on a very soft bed, and there was a strange smell wafting through the whole room that made him a little puzzled. He lifted the quilt that had been covering him at some point, looking at some of the messy clothes on his body, and the blood stains that had remained on his pants for some reason.

"You're awake." Just as he was frantically wondering what was going on—the door to the room had been pushed open, and it was the young man who had just looked a little reserved when the two of them had first arrived. However, this young man at this moment has completely lost the feeling he had before. The way he looked at him made Count Hertha shudder.

"Yes...... I...... What's going on? Where did that guy in Amancia go? My ...... Is my illness cured? He asked, somewhat incoherently.

"You've used our services and you've had plenty of rest – the cost has already been paid for by the friend you're travelling with, so you don't need to worry. Now, according to the rules, it's time for you to leave—by the way, your friend said he was waiting for you at the airport in the public capital of Ardant. The man ignored Count Hertha's doubts, and said to himself.

"Answer my question!" The Count of Hertha was somewhat enraged—if not as domineering as most nobles were to the commoners, he was still a high-ranking nobleman, and had never been ignored in this way.

"After the service, we have nothing to do with it." The young man's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of danger in his tone, which made Count Hertha shudder, "If you have any questions, please find your friend—I won't be far away." Please. ”

Thus he was taken straight out of the building, and into the street far away—and the Count of Hertha was still a little angry. He wanted to go back the way he came, and ask the guy carefully, but he thought that he would probably be closed, and if he yelled in front of the other party's door, he really couldn't pull this face, so he had to stop.

At this time, he finally remembered the somewhat unusual behavior of Count Amencia-he had been so focused on other things that he had no time to pay attention to, but now that he thought about it, there were too many things wrong with him.

Let's ask this guy to find out.