Chapter 6.5: They Say Souma’s Got a Fever
Hello, I’m Souma E. Friedonia. This may sound sudden, but I have a fever.
Just a few days ago, Fuuga’s Great Tiger Empire withdrew from my country, and there are still soldiers from both nations stationed at the border, watching to ensure that the truce holds.
In any case, Roroa, Tomoe, and the kids who had been evacuated from the capital—along with Juna and Maria, who led the detached force up north—have all returned to the castle now. With the family back together, the war feels over. We have begun the movement to restore the lands that were devastated. Yet, even as we take that first step into a new era, I am feeling unwell.
At first, I just felt a little woozy, but...
“Huh? I feel kinda...”
“Hmm? Souma...?”
I was in the governmental affairs office, battling a mountain of paperwork with Liscia by my side when suddenly, my whole world seemed to shake. I unintentionally let go of my pen, and my thoughts became incoherent, as if a fog had descended upon my mind.
“Hey, are you okay?” Liscia sensed something was off and leaned over to examine my face. “Your eyes seem out of focus, and... Wait, you have a fever!”
Liscia jumped back in surprise as she touched my forehead.
“Souma! Did you know you’re running an incredibly high fever?!”
“Huh? I am? I thought I was just spacing out a bit.”
“We don’t have time for this. Aisha! Are you there?”
“Yes, ma’am! What can I do for you?”
When Liscia called out towards the door, Aisha, who had been standing guard outside, quickly came in.
“It looks like Souma has a fever. I’ll go fetch the doctor, so you carry him to bed! Not just this room’s simple bed—a proper one!”
“Yes, ma’am! I’m on it! Pardon me, Your Majesty!”
Aisha scooped me up in her arms, and there was nothing I could do to resist. She was holding me in what they call a “bridal carry.” Damn, this pose is super embarrassing. I wouldn’t mind carrying someone like this, but being carried this way was something I felt quite reserved about. Not that I could complain with my head refusing to cooperate.
I may be sicker than I realized... I thought before uttering, “But...I’ve got paperwork that needs doing...”
Nonetheless, my nature as a wage worker—Huh? I’m the king, aren’t I?—reared its ugly head as my two wives fixed me with stern looks.
“What if you aggravate your condition?! Just rest already!” Liscia demanded.
“That’s right! If you won’t hear reason, I’ll knock you out if that’s what it takes to put you to bed!” Aisha warned.
“Oh... Okay.”
I’ve got some scary wives... Just how is Aisha planning to knock me out? A chop to the nape of the neck? A choke hold? I couldn’t focus at all. My head was such a mess that silly thoughts kept whirling around inside it.
And so, Aisha forcefully escorted me to bed (bridal-carry style).
“Hmm... It’s not a cold,” Hilde muttered.
A few hours later, the beautiful three-eyed Doctor Hilde was examining me. I was sitting up in bed with my shirt open as the doctor pressed a stethoscope to my chest. She had already taken my temperature, looked down my throat, and measured my pulse. This was all ordinary medical procedure, but...
“Um... This situation is making it a bit embarrassing...”
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