The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 108: A Pact of Trust (2)

At first she would scatter light and spray attack magic whenever such things happened, but later she came to just ignore them.

After all, even if directly attacked she could sufficiently handle it with the defensive magic devices she wore.

She decided to think of it as symbiosis with something like an invisible ghost.

Listening to what was dryly written in documents as ’gave appropriate stimulation’ specifically was like, Turan felt sympathy.

Normal people would clearly have gone mad unable to bear the pressure long ago if they experienced such things.

"So, do whatever you want with that woman. No, I hope she dies miserably and horribly."

She said it would probably be hard to control emotions when meeting until escape, as she shed tears again.

Presumably the inner closeness she had felt transformed into betrayal and hostility dozens of times greater.

Thanks to this, Turan could plan to capture and torture Leto as needed without guilty conscience.

"Then I’ll handle that woman. Are there any more tracking magic devices used by Arabion? The kind that can track targets from far away."

The magic device Meisa had used last time was for identifying hidden targets at relatively close range, good for fighting Zahar nobles but not for long-distance tracking.

Given they could persistently chase Black Spirits, there must surely be items for such purposes.

As expected, Meisa nodded in affirmation.

"There are. I returned what I was using to the main house, and there’s an astrological magic device using constellations which Uncle Kadram... that bastard probably still has."

Though calling her uncle a bastard was like insulting her own grandfather, Turan didn’t mention this.

Actually his father’s Zahar relatives probably weren’t very proud people either.

"I’ve already entered that house so I can steal it right before escape."

"It’s really convenient having someone with Zahar bloodline on our side. You can just easily steal whatever."

Having gained some peace of mind, Meisa joked and laughed with eyes reddened from crying.

Afterwards the two people presented several problems and deliberated solutions, but the results were somewhat comical.

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While Meisa just came out with her body, Turan had to run around everywhere handling all the cleanup.

"...Can you do all this alone? Maybe I should help somewhat-"

"I can do it sufficiently. First Meisa, let’s consider your escape. Since they’ll likely be suspicious if you suddenly say you’re going for a walk, start going for walks every day from tomorrow. People naturally become dull to things that repeat."

"You mean make it a daily routine."

"Yes. And we need to resolve your health condition soon too. At this rate you’ll collapse not long after escaping."

"Hmm..."

Her face darkened somewhat, apparently not wanting to bring up this topic.

But her current physical condition was that serious.

Sleeping like fainting for thirteen-fourteen hours a day and feeling dizzy just from slightly heavy magic use - no matter how powerful a wizard, escaping wouldn’t be easy in such physical condition.

To this, Turan mentioned a topic he had been postponing without bringing up:

"Is rejecting food related to your deceased family?"

"...That’s right."

Meisa just answered that much then firmly closed her mouth.

Apparently she didn’t want to mention specifically what had happened.

Since it wasn’t important enough to press her to speak right now anyway, Turan naturally moved past the topic.

"It would be difficult to resolve alone?"

"Seems difficult, after all..."

It wasn’t that Meisa hadn’t tried at all to fix this eating disorder.

Not wanting to reveal weakness, she lied externally about wanting to keep her body light, but secretly tried to somehow supply nutrition by stealing and eating all sorts of delicious food.

But whenever she swallowed something, her mother and brother’s faces would appear with unbearable nausea surging up.

In the end, the desperate method she devised was repeating eating and vomiting like earlier.

Because then a very small amount of food would enter her body and improve her health condition somewhat.

Newly realizing she had shown such behavior earlier, Meisa turned her gaze away from embarrassment.

Knowing she would feel more ashamed if he showed similar emotion here, Turan intentionally maintained a mechanical attitude.

"Then I’ll help you."

"How?"

"By feeding you directly."

Meisa momentarily lost words and stared at Turan.

Direct feeding - wasn’t this something that only appeared in decadent romance novels from the old empire era?

Directly transferring food mouth to mouth...

At first she briefly pondered whether to feel insulted, but surprisingly not a hint of personal feeling could be glimpsed in Turan’s face as he said this.

"W-would that method help? I’m not sure..."

In the end, the response that came from Meisa’s mouth was awkwardly inadequate even by her own judgment.

Realizing from her attitude that his words could be somewhat misunderstood, Turan supplemented:

"I mean knocking you unconscious then directly pushing liquid made from ground up food into your throat with something like a tube. Even if you vomit after regaining consciousness later, some will remain in your body."

"Ah."

Indeed she had never tried such a method before.

It would be more correct to say she couldn’t try it.

She couldn’t trust any of the house people, and she had to act strong even to House Berk people she somewhat trusted.

While she was dumbfounded at that almost oppressive method, Turan took out emergency rations stored in his large capacity pouch.

Dried bean powder, jerky, vegetables...

Though he didn’t have complex nutritional knowledge about carbohydrates or protein, he had common sense that eating various foods in balance was healthy.

The nutrient porridge made by crushing all these together and mixing with water looked obviously unpalatable, but it was fine since it would be stuffed directly into the stomach.

Finally, finding a thin rod nearby and shaping it with heating and telekinesis magic completed a metal tube for pushing food into the stomach.

"It’s ready."

"But how should I faint? By depleting all magic power like last time?"

"That’s not good. It would take away your strength to endure while barely maintaining health with magic power. If you remove your defensive magic devices, I can cleanly knock you out."

Showing a defenseless appearance before another person and even fainting.

It was truly a terrifying request, but after brief hesitation Meisa immediately went to a corner and removed magic devices with defensive functions.

"Done."

"I’ll wake you right up after it’s finished."

After reassuring Meisa like that, Turan went behind her and wrapped her thin neck with his arm.

Who would have guessed the restraining technique learned from Haram would be useful in this way.

Fortunately unlike Haram’s log-like neck full of muscle, Meisa’s neck was too thin with protruding blood vessels making it easy to apply the technique.

Wasn’t blocking these blood vessels the key to quickly causing unconsciousness?

"Urk-"

After about ten seconds of properly adjusting force while strangling the thin neck.

Meisa’s body that had been instinctively struggling went limp.