She Becomes The Hero In Another World 159 She Suffers A Cold

"The fever is gone now! All I have left is a bad cough. I don't see why we can't go back to the inn!" Robin argued. But her argument was undermined by the coughing fit she had right after.

"See? Rest up. There's no need to put undue stress upon yourself." These past three days, Christian had been very firm about Robin resting.

Robin glared at him. "I can handle a bit of stress. It's not like we'd be doing anything but walking." She grumbled.

"Wow. Already at tha fighting stage, I see~" An annoyingly cheerful voice spoke up from the doorway.

Robin glared over at Merry. "You'd be arguing too if you weren't allowed to do anything. I'm already going crazy from boredom."

"Better boredom than you getting worse." Christian returned easily.

"What are you? My Mom?" Robin scoffed.

Christian smirked. "Be obedient and go to sleep, my child."

"You say that, but I'm clearly the older brother!" Robin argued.

"I'll believe that when you act like a responsible older brother." Christian retorted.

When have I not acted responsibly!?" Robin exclaimed, fl.u.s.tered.

"Since three days ago. We'll have to simply agree to disagree upon that matter." Christian laughed.

"Gee, nice to see that one of us is amused!" Robin growled, before having another coughing fit. It was because Christian was the caretaker that her fever hadn't gone down until last night.

"Man! I have had enough of this cold!" Robin groaned in frustration.

"Time to use my secret weapon: Home remedy number twenty two and home remedy number three." She took out three items and two cups.

"Honey?" Merry said, pleasantly surprised.

"Cinnamon?" Christian was mildly confused.

"Don't forget the lemon!" Robin smirked. "With these three, I can defeat any cold now that my fever is gone!"

Christian felt Robin's forehead, honestly concerned that her fever had come back.

"Hey, I'm sick! Not delusional!" Robin objected.

"So? How are these things supposed to help you?" Merry asked.

"First, I need hot water for tea." Robin gave Merry one of the cups.

"I'll be right back, then!" Merry went on her merry way to grab a fresh teapot.

Robin took out a knife and started to sc.r.a.pe the cinnamon bark.

"Let me do that for you." Christian took over. Robin rolled her eyes, but busied herself by pouring the honey into the remaining cup.

"Isn't that a bit much for tea?" Christian asked glancing at the half-filled cup.

"This one isn't for tea. It's for a syrup." Robin replied. "I need a lot of cinnamon dust, so work hard~!" She smiled cheekily.

"I walked right into this, I suppose." Christian sighed as he observed the pitifully small pile of cinnamon dust.

"I'm back~ Now what?" Merry asked. She had brought not only a cup full of hot water, she had also brought a teapot.

Robin took out another dagger and sliced open the lemon, squeezing the juice into the cup. Applying a liberal amount of honey, Robin stirred it in with a spoon until the honey dissolved.

"Honey lemon tea is finished!" She replied.

"How is this s'posed ta help?" Merry asked.

"Do you have another cup? I'll give you a taste." Robin told her.

"I thought this might happen, so Ah've already grabbed me a cup~!" Merry brought a cup out from her sleeve.

Robin rolled her eyes, but tilted a few sips of her drink into Merry's cup.

"Stingy!" Merry complained, looking at the two sips in the bottom of her cup.

"You're not sick are you? I only said I'd give you a taste. Not the whole thing!" Robin scolded.

"Okay, fine. Landsakes, sick people can be so p.r.i.c.kly." Merry rolled her eyes.

"Can I have a taste as well?" Christian asked.

"Fine, I suppose you can. Merry, a cup, please." Robin asked.

"Hmm Hmm~ I only managed ta grab this one cup. all tha others are being polished. it isn't advised ta use them right naow." Merry said cheekily, winking at Robin.

"You-!" Robin's face blackened as she glared at Merry.

"It's just a sip, right? no need to dirty another cup." Christian said, as he picked up Robin's cup and took a sip.

"There. All yours." He handed it back to Robin, and went back to sc.r.a.ping the cinnamon stick.

"Heh heh heh, Well isn't that good fer you? One less dish dirtied~!" Merry smirked at Robin.

Robin glared at Merry.

"Ah, my, look at tha time! I'll go help mah cousin with tha polis.h.i.+ng!" Merry quickly made her exit.
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"I regret saying anything to her." Robin sighed.

"She is rather a character, isn't she? But, don't mind her flirting. She's probably only doing it for fun." Christian said.

Robin looked at him, incredulously.

"You think she's flirting?"

"What else would it be?" Christian asked.

"...Regardless, she's seriously getting on my nerves." Robin looked away, not answering Christian's question.

"Drink your tea before it cools." Christian ignored Robin's complaint. "They aren't charging us any money during our stay here, despite it costing quite the sum, normally. Rather, if we did have to pay, we can't really afford it unless we disa.s.semble Liam's statue."

Robin recalled the source stones in her bracer. "Not necessarily." She said, with a slight smile, as she took a sip of her tea.

Then she remembered that that was the side of the cup Christian had drunk from. She blushed lightly as she deliberately turned the cup around. The mistake would not be made again. Robin was determined to maintain her mental boundary.

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"So, what are you going to do with all this cinnamon dust?" Christian asked as he looked at the date-sized pile of cinnamon dust on the medicine paper.

"Add it directly to the honey, of course. This is a cough syrup. Not tea." Robin dumped the whole paper in, and carefully folded it into the honey to avoid the cinnamon dust flying up into the air in a cloud.

"All done." Robin said, when the cinnamon had been fully mixed into the honey.

"It looks more like wet clay now. Are you sure this will help your cough?" Christian asked.

"The tea was to help unstuff my nose. The syrup is to keep it out of my lungs." Robin explained, tasting the golden brown mora.s.s with a spoon.

"But, still...I was surprised that such a bitter fruit had such a taste when paired with honey." Christian nodded. "If you sold the tea as a drink, it might unexpectedly become popular."

Robin shrugged.

"That's nothing compared to chocolate."

"What's that?" Christian asked.

"Chocolate? The universal must-have best sweet of all time? You've never heard of chocolate before?" Robin asked, incredulously.

"Nope. Never heard of it." Christian shook his head.

"Ah...Remind me to make it for you later. I might find the ingredients in the jungle area." Robin felt the need to lie down and rest.

"Lie down and sleep." Christian said, noticing Robin's eyes beginning to droop. This time, she didn't argue. She lay back down to rest, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Christian sat at the table, nearby, and sighed, glancing over at Robin.

'You really shouldn't show me any signs of weakness.' He thought. 'If you become any more adorable, how on earth am I gonna let you go?'

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That evening, the king slime finally enjoyed enough of the hot springs. It straightaway returned to Robin's side. After diagnosing Robin's issue, it was swiftly dealt with as she slept. Therefore, on the fifth day of their stay, Robin finally convinced Christian that she was completely cured.

"Bye bye, Dearies and Darlings! Oh, an Robin! Thank ye fer translating tha sacred tome for us!" Merry waved goodbye.

"You know, she could suspect your ident.i.ty just based upon your knowledge of the Hero's language." Quinn pointed out.

"What? There's no way~!" Robin waved her hand dismissively. "The hero really did have insanely bad handwriting. But, still...it's a good thing I could read it." Robin sighed.

"But...it really sucked as a manga. At that point, its only function is as an instruction booklet."

"Perhaps that was its intended use? You're especially cheerful right now, aren't you?" Quinn noticed.

"See? What did I tell you? The home remedies did their work, didn't they?" Robin bragged as they walked out of the ryokan.

"It isn't certain that's what caused it." Chelsea interjected.

"Why? Did you see something?" Robin asked.

"I simply think that it requires more research before we can ascertain whether the remedy worked or not." Chelsea said, defensively.

"Well, I'm not getting sick again." Robin rolled her eyes, then looked wickedly at Christian. It was only fair he receive the same treatment she had.

"I vote it's Christian's turn!"

"Sure! I volunteer as long as I get an unlimited supply of your home remedy." Christian joked.

"Sure~! I'll make you home remedy number 666" Robin grinned wickedly. Home remedy number 666 was ginger-turmeric tea. Very spicy and bitter.

"Hey! That wasn't what you used earlier!" Christian complained.

"Ara, You never specified which remedy to supply, now did you?" Robin smiled cheekily as she skipped backwards, dodging out of reach of his hair-ruffling hand.

"Why you-! Get back here!" Christian chased after a fleeing, laughing Robin.

Jasmine and Chelsea both smiled. Robin was finally back to her normal self.