I Became a Druid in Another World - Chapter 505

Chapter 505

Chapter 505 Arne Miller (5)

“No, what if I make a herb garden like this!!”

“Ahaha, that’s… … .”

The next morning, as soon as I went to work in the herb garden, I had to listen to Timothy yelling. Ha, this is true. I’m really nagging you for picking out some herbs that will most likely kill you anyway.

“Do you know how precious each one of these is?”

“I’m sorry… … .”

“Never again!” “Don’t do this!”

“Yes, yes. “I will keep this in mind!”

I nodded eagerly, pretending to be disciplined. Timothy was shaking the herbs that I had cut the day before, making him feverish, and then he sighed as if he had heard me and disappeared into the herb field where the magic tools were located in the distance.

‘Ugh, something I don’t even know… … .’

The teacher is someone who has never even received Rinshaka’s blessing. He would like to flatten the bridge of his nose, but he must hold back for now. After taking a deep breath to control my mind, I started tending the herb garden again. Pull up the weeds and mix them with the pile of fallen leaves, and organize the furrows so that there are no protruding areas.

“Phew… … .”

Of course, I didn’t do all of this alone.

“excuse me… … .”

“uh! “So you came today too?”

Claude.

This kid has more than one or two questionable things. The youngest daughter of Grand Duke Valerian and Rovella’s younger sister. However, she cannot call Rovella sister… … . She doesn’t even have the red hair characteristic of the Valerian family. My guess is that she may be Archduke Valerian’s illegitimate daughter… … .

‘… … I feel like there is an even bigger secret than that.’

And that wasn’t the only problem. The name ‘Claude’… … . I knew this name. That’s right, Claude was the one who would later become the owner of the Eastern Magic Tower. His name is Archmage Claude. What I saw in the game was a white-haired Hoho grandfather.

‘There’s a clear difference between the time zone of the game and the time zone I’m currently in, so maybe this kid… … .’

It may be Claude, the Eastern Mage Tower lord who will later receive the title of Grand Wizard and Sage.

‘Archduke Valerian also has excellent magic skills. His youngest daughter, Lovelle La Valerian, also said that his magical skills were outstanding… … .’

Most magic is based on bloodline. If the parents are wizards, the child is also bound to have the talent to be a wizard. Well, there are cases where it isn’t, but in most cases… … .

From an outstanding wizard, an equally excellent magician would emerge, and if a magician with poor skills married an ordinary person, the child born to him or her might not have any talent for magic.

For a wizard to emerge from among ordinary people was literally something close to a miracle.

Unless the probability was 1 in 10,000, Archmage Claude would also be born with the blood of a wizard.

In other words, we cannot ignore the possibility that this suspicious kid named ‘Claude’, who inherited Valerian’s bloodline, may be the future Master of the East Tower.

‘Besides, it seems like there’s a secret to his birth… … .’

If he is an illegitimate child, it is understandable that he cannot call his sibling Rovella ‘sister’.

The only catch is that Archduke Valerian is unlikely to have an ‘illegitimate child’.

‘Obviously, there seems to be some kind of story… … .’

And, I have a feeling that that story might be of great help to me.

“Yesterday, just like my brother said, I slept with a flower of Gyeongchogeun on my head.”

The boy muttered, his face red as if he were embarrassed. It seems like that’s something only children do. I asked while stroking his head.

“how was it? “Did you have a good dream?”

“… … yes. “I usually have nightmares, but I think I had a good dream yesterday.”

“What kind of dream was it?”

“Mom, it’s coming out…” … . “It’s a dream.”

“mom?”

“Oh, maybe. “She was like, maybe she’s a mom.”

Did you think it was your mother? How could you not know that? She is no one else, she is a mother. I tilted my head and looked at him. Then, Claude blushes again and mutters.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of person my mother is… … .”

“… … okay?”

“I remember that he had red hair. Also, the embrace was very warm… … . “I don’t really remember the rest, though.”

All I remember is the color of my hair… … . Too bad. I said, gently comforting his shoulder.

“Maybe one day I’ll remember everything. Memories do not disappear in most cases. Even if you don’t remember it now.”

“Is that so… … ?”

“Okay. of course.”

“Wow… … .”

“If I find a white root root flower in the future, I will definitely give it to you.”

“… … Thank you.”

Afterwards, while I was taking care of the herb garden, Claude asked me various questions. Perhaps because he heard that I was an herbalist, he asked me some pretty detailed questions. But what’s interesting is… … . The question was not about the ‘efficacy’ of medicinal herbs. Rather than wondering about the efficacy of herbs, Claude was much more curious about what happens when herbs are combined. So, these questions are closer to making a potion than a cure… … .

‘It seems like my doubts are gradually turning into confidence… … .’

But for now, I guess I’ll have to wait and see. Because I still don’t know if that guy is really the Archmage Claude I know.

“Claude!”

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I heard a voice calling for Claude from afar. It’s the same voice as the day before. Claude was startled and looked towards where the voice came from, and then quickly grabbed my hand.

“I was thankful today too. I will definitely come tomorrow too… … .”

“ah! Yes, yes. “Go back.”

As I watched Claude walking away, I slowly waved my hand. The guy timidly waved his hand at me and then ran towards the servant. Floating black hair… … .

“… … .”

Wait, black hair?

-I remember that he had red hair.

Claude definitely said that his mother had red hair.

Archduke Valerian also had red hair, so if the two had a child, the child would naturally also have red hair.

However, Claude’s hair was black.

‘This doesn’t make sense…’ … .’

There is no way that someone as high as Archduke Valerian would not have noticed this. If there was a mother and son who claimed to be his illegitimate child even though it wasn’t his, he would of course have killed them… … .

‘… … Where on earth did the black hair come from?’

Instead of collecting fallen leaves, I quietly got lost in thought. It’s a secret of birth, so I never even thought about it… … .

“hey.”

At that time, a sharp voice hits my ears. I was completely caught off guard by the thought of being alone, but I was so startled that I fell onto a pile of fallen leaves.

“Eh, eh ttu ttu!”

Crushed fallen leaves are sticking here and there. I removed a large leaf that was covering my face and looked towards the place where I heard the clicking sound. At that place… … .

“That’s ugly… … . “Are you saying Claude goes in and out of places like this?”

A fierce-looking woman with blood-red hair was standing there. And, behind him, a nimble elf followed as a guard… … .

‘… … It’s Callisto!’

Then, that woman… … .

“Be polite to Lady Valerian.”

Callisto’s cold voice resonates softly.

‘Rovella Valerian!’

I feel like I got hit on the head. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to meet Lovelle La Valerian in a place like this. I quickly got up from her seat and bowed to Rovella. Her fallen leaves were sticking here and there, making a mess.

“… … “I heard that Claude visited here again today.”

“Ah yes. Claude… … . No, Claude went.”

“It looks like the child still doesn’t know that going into the herb field is prohibited.”

Rovella’s voice was extremely sharp.

“Oh, that’s… … .”

“From what I heard, it hasn’t been long since you became a manager?”

“Yes, yes…” … .”

“If you want to keep working here, you’d better not let Claude come here again.”

“… … .”

Rovella’s voice was very firm. But I’m not angry. Rather, it seems like he’s worried… … .

“Well, but. “They really enjoy coming here.”

“That doesn’t matter… … .”

“I gave him a white root flower, and he was happy and said he had a good dream.”

“… … .”

Nice dream? Rovella muttered to herself, then frowned. It’s like you can’t believe it. I added without missing the opportunity.

“You said you had a dream about your mother, so I promised you that I would give it to you the next time I found a white root root flower.”

“… … .”

“I think I would be very heartbroken if I wasn’t allowed to come in and out.”

Rovella said nothing. She chewed her lip quietly and nervously ran a hand through her hair. What can I say, this is… … . Don’t you feel like you are the child of your original wife who is tormenting your illegitimate child? Rather, what should I say… … .

‘Sister or mom… … .’

The moment my thoughts reached that point, my mouth fell open. No, no way… … .

Claude’s black hair that a son of Archduke Valerian would never have.

The red-haired mother that Claude saw in his dream.

Claude cannot call Rovella ‘sister’.

As an illegitimate child without a mother, he seems to be receiving too much care… … .

‘No way, Claude…’ … .’

Not the illegitimate son of Archduke Valerian… … .

‘… … ‘Is he Rovella’s son?’

Then everything fits together. Claude has black hair, Claude remembers his mother as having red hair, and even though he is an illegitimate child, he is being cared for in this castle… … !

‘… … oh my god.’

At the same time, there was also a person that popped into my head. A man whom Lovell La Valerian betrayed her father and allowed to escape. One eye, black hair… … .

‘Lloyd… … !’

It feels like lightning is striking. What on earth does this feeling mean, as if I have solved a puzzle I shouldn’t have solved, or as if I’ve learned something I shouldn’t know? My hands are shaking without me realizing it. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… … .

‘Have I watched too many makjang dramas, or is this quasi-medieval land abysmal?’