I sat alone in the dining hall, slowly eating the cold soup I prepared earlier. As I ate, I thought to myself.
The main problem that I'm dealing with right now is how to quickly get rid of Nola's sickness.
Healing spells are useless, and since normal health potions don't have a big effect when it comes to acting as antibiotics in this world, the only thing that is closest to it is an elixir.
Elixirs are one of the highest tiers of potions that could be crafted by a human being. To make one, the crafter must not only have extensive knowledge of high-grade alchemy, but they must also have an extensive supply of mana since huge amounts of it are required. Because of this, elixir potions are extremely rare and valuable. The cost of one can feed a man for life.
Fortunately, due to my decades-long idleness reading books and my almost unlimited mana gauge, I was more than qualified to make one.
The only problem that hinders me from making one is the ingredients.
There are a dozen or so ingredients of high rarity that I need to gather, and while I have most of them already here in my mansion (I got them as payment for my work on S-tier job requests), but there were still a few more that I needed to acquire.
These should be easily found in the marketplace. Sirvaelin is a center for various traveling merchants after all, so it shouldn't be that hard to find rare items being sold.
But that means I'll be leaving to go out of town. Nola will be here in the house, all by herself.
Dammit.
I should've gotten a third person to live with me so that when situations like these occur these problems wouldn't pop up in the first place.
There are still a lot of vacant rooms in the mansion, so that shouldn't be a problem. I'll make sure to post an ad while I'm in Sirvaelin tomorrow.
"Hmm..."
There was also another thing to consider.
The job requests will appear in my mailbox tomorrow.
No matter what I do, those job requests will be there. It'll be a huge burden to me since I needed to acquire those ingredients as soon as possible.
I was lucky today because there weren't any letters in my mailbox today, but I'm 100% sure there will be a new batch of them tomorrow. All I'm hoping for is that those job requests won't slow me down that much.
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I'll try to speak to the town hall manager to ask if I could have some sort of break or leave for a few days.
All my job requests that end up in my mailbox first go through the town hall for processing, and from what I've heard from previous conversations with Cana, it was the manager himself who gets to pick what kind of job requests end up in my mailbox.
Hopefully, I can convince him somehow. It was for emergency reasons though, so he'll most probably agree.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to do all of these today. It was pretty late in the night as well, so they are probably closing up right now. There was no time to go there anymore.
I guess I'll have to do it tomorrow then.
After much thinking, here's the plan that I've devised and written down on a piece of paper so that I wouldn't forget:
Things to do tomorrow:
1) Get up early and finish the job requests as soon as possible.
2) Go to the town hall and talk to the manager regarding my break.
3) Ask Cana if she could make a poster advertising that I'm looking for tenants to rent.
4) Head to the marketplace to buy elixir ingredients.
I folded the paper and placed it in my pocket.
My goal is to finish all of this before lunchtime (which is around noon) so that I could attend to Nola immediately.
Hopefully, all goes according to plan.
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After finishing my dinner and washing the dishes, I went upstairs and checked up on my sick maid.
Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing gently. Yet, her body was still hot, and her fever showed no sign of cooling down.
Poor Nola.
How did she get sick like this in the first place, anyway?
It must be something serious to make an S-class maid become sick in mere days and have a high fever.
......
Hmm.
Now that I think about it...
Maybe it was my mess?
A thought occurred to me. For the past 700 years or so that I was in this world, I do not recall a single instance where I got sick or even anything related to it at all. Even my previous comrades, who were always keeping their bodies healthy, tend to have a cold sometime in their life. And yet, I never had it.
........
Oh, I see.
The goddess must've given me a really strong immunity system.
Perhaps it was some sort of gift since I was sick the whole time in my previous life? If that was the case, then all I could say were expressions of gratitude.
How nice of her.
If all of this was true, then this means that I was practically untouchable by any bacteria or virus that tried to make me sick.
........
Going by this train of thought... It is also possible that I failed to notice the health hazards that were plaguing my mansion, which made me unaware that this place had turned into a potential breeding ground for diseases. And when Nola started to live here, she might have caught one of them. No, potentially more.
...............
Oops.
This was probably all my fault.
My mess that was a result of decades-long laziness made landfills back on Earth look clean in comparison.
This explanation seems to be the most probably one since Nola was literally exposed to them.
....................
If someone other than her lived here, they probably wouldn't be so lucky. I'm thankful that Nola is even breathing.
"I'm so sorry," I said quietly, kissing her on the forehead. "I truly am."
She was fast asleep.
Nola didn't hear me.
Since she was now occupying my bed, I needed a place to sleep for the night.
In the end, I slept in one of the empty rooms, worried about the events that will happen tomorrow.