She was sent by God - Chapter 21
With her full support, the hospital grew in size.
The hospital, which started with seven Doctors, was now filled with 19 Doctors and over 30 assistants in just two months.
Adrienne’s hospital went wild day by day.
Hearing that it would treat people for free, people flocked not only from Sutmar but also from neighboring territories.
There were even people who built huts in front of the hospital.
The number of people visiting the hospital has increased out of control.
As she continued to receive patients without limit, even existing patients could not receive treatment, so Adrienne set up a sign in front of the hospital.
<Only available to residents of Sutmar Territory>
Then an unexpected situation occurred.
“What’s all that?”
Laslo received a bunch of paper from Niall.
“This is a desperate letter from free people who wish to relocate.”
“They’re going to come to Sutmar? not going out?”
Laslo’s face turned strange.
For the past few years, the residents of Territory ran away saying they couldn’t live here, and no one wanted to come in.
“Yes. I think it’s because of the hospital.”
“Hospital? Is it like a treatment center made by the herbalist?”
“Yes. Every day a huge number of people flock to the hospital, so it seems that Miss Adrienne said that only the residents of Sutmar would be accepted. After hearing that, they sent a letter asking to live here.”
This is the first time this has happened, so he laughed out loud.
Laslo nodded easily.
“Let’s do it. There’s a lot of empty land all over the territory anyway. Relocate them to a suitable place.”
At first, the number of migrants, which was about ten, increased over time.
So, by the end of winter, a small village for migrants was formed.
Later, it was enough to make an application for migration and distribute it in front of the hospital.
Laslo was very surprised because it was the first time, he had faced a good winter rather than a harsh and bitter winter.
“Now that I see it, I’m very lucky that the princess came to Sutmar.”
During the meal, Laslo said something out of the blue.
“What are you talking about?”
“Everything changed after the princess came here.”
Agnes shook her head.
“Right. There was a time when I only ate potatoes because I didn’t have enough food.”
Laslo pointed at the table with his chin.
Now their table has countless foods on it.
We also hired five more cooks.
It was natural to boil potatoes and carrots without any creaking chairs, broken windows, or any cooking.
Laslo was amazed by all this.
It’s only been half a year since she got married in Sutmar. However, there are countless changes that have occurred.
Why is it so embarrassing to see his serious face? Agnes turned her head first.
“Hmm. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not a big deal? All the duck meat here is all thanks to the princess.”
Laslo cut the duck meat on the plate hard and placed it on the plate of Agnes.
The distant servants watched the Duke and his wife with happy faces.
Agnes stopped picking up the meat with a fork and started talking.
“Can I stay here the whole time?”
“It’s been almost half a year since we promised.”
“Promise? What promise? Oh.”
~ Okay. So please wait and see until then. Even if spring comes, if your mind remains unchanged, I will leave here before my Sebastian notices. ~
Laslo looked at her with solid eyes and said.
“I’d beg you to stay. But.”
I was relieved at his consent, but later, I stood up and waited for the next word with nervous eyes.
“You don’t have to die in this castle with me. Princess.”
“That’s my will.”
She shined her eyes. Laslo was about to spit something out, clattering his lips.
Then someone opened the dining door and rushed in.~
“What’s going on?”
“A messenger came from the capital city. Master.”
Laslo put down the tableware and stood up from his seat.
Agnes also stands up.
“No, princess, finish your meal. I’ll go out.”
But somehow, after he went out, she lost her appetite.
Agnes ate and drank alone, then got up.
After returning to the room, she accidentally saw the scenery outside the window.
Then came a shock as if someone had hit the back of her head. Agnes staggered closer to the window.
The snow melted and spring came.
How long did I stand here? I heard a familiar voice behind me.
Agnes slowly turned around. Laslo stood by the door and was holding a letter with a blue ribbon.
“The king passed away.”
“And a letter to announce the throne of the new king came along.”
Laslo nodded quietly.
“What will you do?”
She closed her eyes. It is self-evident what is being asked. More important than the funeral of the dead king is the celebration of the rise of the new king.
In the past, Laslo went up to the capital alone to participate in the coronation ceremony.
Agnes was afraid of seeing Sebastian, so she hid in Estar Castle and just prayed for the passage of time.
She took a big breath. Many things have changed from the past.
But more things have to change.
“I’ll go to the capital with the Duke.”
In addition, somehow with this man, I don’t think it would be scary to see my cruel brother.
* * *
The journey to the capital was peaceful and quite enjoyable. Until I saw the townhouse of the Arpad family.
She couldn’t help but feel miserable when she saw the mansion where the carriage stopped.
“I’m sure I told you to fix it.”
“Sorry, Madam. It’s an old building. This has been repaired for over a month.”
The butler of the townhouse bent down and sweated.
The ugly appearance was tolerable.
As I entered the townhouse, the spring wind blew out between the broken windows.
The floor was rotten, so carpets were laid as a temporary measure, but my feet would fall out while walking.
Agnes, of course, was most scared of Ney.
“I can’t have my lady in a place like this!”
Laslo also seemed embarrassed. Well, since it has rarely been used in recent years, he would not have known that the condition was at this level.
“Sigh. We can’t help it. Let’s go there.”
Laslo blinked his eyes. Agnes shouted loudly to trust her.
* * *
“I’ve never heard from you.”
“Looks like we came earlier than the messenger.”
Agnes replied with her unique shameless face. The face of the man in front was distorted.
“Where did you learn to visit without contacting others?”
“You have learned everything I learned, so why ask where I learned it?”
“Chavolti. Take the Princess inside. How hard must it have been for you to get here from the West?”
Sophia Bezel, wife of Chavolti the Marquis of Bezel, grabbed her husband’s arm.
Chavolti looked at the Duke and Duchess of Arpad with displeasure, then sighed.
“Give them a suitable room.”
“What do you mean a suitable room? Give me the room upstairs. The view is the best in this mansion.”
The tip of Chavolti’s lips is up, but his eyes are crooked.
Laslo looked back at the fiery siblings with an awkward face and said.
“We don’t care about the room. Prince. I’m sorry I couldn’t send the messenger in advance because we were in a hurry to leave.”
“Call me Marquis of Bezel. Because I’m sick and tired of being called a prince.”
“That’s how I’ll do it. Marquis of Bezel.”
Laslo nodded easily.
Prince Chavolti came out of the palace after receiving a Marquis position when the predecessor king ascended and the new king’s throne was confirmed.
Agnes decided to stay at Chavolti’s mansion until the townhouse of the Arpad family was properly maintained.
Of course, the permission of the mansion owner is the next thing.
“How long are you going to leave the guests here? Butler, have the attendants unpack in the room I mentioned earlier.”
The butler of the Chavolti mansion, a close acquaintance of the princess, looked restless and looked back at his master. Chavolti shook his hand in annoyance.
“Do what Agnes says. Don’t make a nephew in my mansion instead. My room is right downstairs, so it’s noisy.”
“That’s what …….”
“Hmm. Don’t worry. Marquis of Bezel.”
Laslo held Agnes’ hand tightly as she tried to open her mouth.
Agnes looked up at him dissatisfied that she had more to say.
“Thank you for your hospitality. Let’s go up now.”
Sophia also gently soothed her husband and took him in. Laslo climbed the stairs without letting Agnes go.
“Why did you ask me to come here when you are not on good terms with the prince?”
“What do you mean we’re not on good terms? I’m closest to Chavolti.”
Agnes glanced down at the hand that was being held and walked without taking it out.
“Didn’t you just have an argument?”
“We didn’t argue, we talked.”
Laslo wanted to ask if Prince Chavolti felt the same way as her, but swallowed it in his throat.
After passing through the long hallway, the door was opened.