30 The Lady Killer Brother (1/2)

As Salem carried me and stormed off to the house, he took me to the room of our live-in physician. I grimace as the little fat man, jumps up from his desk, where he was doing god knows what.

”Clovis,” Salem half snarls half yells at him.

The little fat man wipes a hand across his forehead.

”What can I help you with Master Salem?” He asks his eyes darting between Salem and myself. A perplex expression on his face as he looks at Salem carrying me. Then at the sword that was in Salem's hand and a questioning look appeared on his face.

He looks at me as if I had the answers, I turn my head away.

Pushing his way further into the room, that was set up like a doctor's office, well a doctor's office in this world. A comfortable table, that was covered in a squishy clear material that was color white sat in the middle of the room.

Around the squishy white table, rest a bunch of other materials, that are on a shelf that's full of vials, and in next to that rest another desk that had all sorts of herbs and other stuff resting on it.

The rest of the room had extra beds, and more storage space, it was simple and to the point.

Salem sets me down on the white table, and motions for Clovis to get to work.

Making his way towards me, he wipes some more sweat off his head. Every time I saw him, he looked nervous as hell, something I thought he was going to die of a heart attack. But that didn't seem to be the case since he was still alive.

”What happened to the Young Miss?” Clovis asks, turning his attention back towards Salem.

Outwardly, I did have a great deal of blood coating my body, but there were no wounds to indicate where all the blood had come from.

Salem's emerald eyes looked like they could kill as they stare at Clovis.

”Her muscles are fatigue and almost torn, heal the muscles,” he snaps.

Clovis jumps slightly but nods his head, as he reaches out a hand and grasp mine.

All of a sudden a warm and calming feeling passes over my body, and I feel like all the stress that my body was under was being lifted away. If I could compare it to something, it'd be like carrying a heavy box and having someone else carry it for you.

Looking Clovis, I see that his hands are glowing a bright red, and steam is lifting off of my body. This only lasted for about three minutes longer, before he removes his hand, and gives me a small bow.

He opens his mouth, but Salem beats him to the punchline.

”How do you feel?” Salem asks.

Twisting my wrist and swinging my arm a little, I find that the painful sensation of burning wasn't there anymore, it felt like everything was back to normal.

”Like normal,” I tell him honestly.

Nodding his head, he looks at Clovis.

”You can leave now,” he says rather coldly.

However, Clovis looks rather relieved and gives a nod of his head and hurries out of the room.

Now it was just me and my brother, that for all intents and purpose was pretty pissed off.

But then he cuts loose.

”How could you agree to fight him like that? He's a maniac, a fucking sword maniac when it comes to combat, he doesn't hold back. It doesn't matter if you're a child, he'd fight anything!” At this point, he's moved closer to me and I had a clear view of the expression on his face.

It was a mixture of anger and worry.

I want to open my mouth and respond, but he starts again.

”But that bastard, of a brother, actually went a hit you, not just that he treated you like you were a training dummy! You're not suited to be a samurai, not that you aren't good with a sword, but I don't want you to end up anything like that bastard,” he growls as he rakes a hand through his hair.

Ah…

So, he was just worried about me.

I'd never seen him make so many expressions on his face in the past five years, then he was making at the moment. The stoic brother that I'd grown accustomed to was slowly opening up. Who would have known that the stone-faced brother of mine was capable of such detailed expressions and emotions?

I'd almost mistaken him for a golem these past years.

Rubbing my head, I want to say something, but it seems that he had a lot he wanted to get off his chest.

”Then Marigold went along with him and even cast 「Holy Land」. What was Ambrose thinking letting her do that?! He could have at least tried to stop her from going along with the whims of that battle maniac. Or I could have stepped in and tried to stop him… more. It was a mistake to think that he wouldn't go overboard in training you,” he huffs as he continues to run a hand through his hair.