The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 109: Lord Kadram? (1)

Turan clicked his tongue at how weak Meisa’s resistance was as he set her down after she fainted.

Considering that mana capacity accounts for the largest portion of a wizard’s physical abilities, having such little strength despite possessing noble-class mana meant her body was in terrible condition.

’Well, she probably weighs barely a quarter of what I do.’

He figured that if they were to fight with just fists, it would be a decent match against his former self when he was herding sheep on Hisaril Hill.

In this state, not only could she not use her full power, but her future lifespan couldn’t even be guaranteed.

Hoping to somehow restore her health, Turan opened Meisa’s mouth and inserted a prepared tube.

There was no need to worry about the hard, rough surface causing injuries to her throat or internal organs.

After all, if even needles couldn’t pierce a noble’s skin, why would the internal organs be much different?

Rather, he had to use mana to increase the tube’s strength as it was getting crushed by the sphincter muscles in her esophagus when he pushed it in.

’Is this enough? No, a bit deeper—there.’

After blowing air through the tube to check its flow, Turan confirmed the end had reached her stomach and used fluid manipulation magic to pour in nutritional porridge.

The amount was about two ladles of soup.

He deliberately reduced the quantity because back in Kalamaf, he had seen people who had suffered from long-term starvation die from eating too quickly.

Even though a noble’s body was sturdier than a commoner’s, it seemed better to avoid situations that could potentially cause problems.

After finishing the feeding, Turan pulled out the tube and gathered moisture from the air to create water droplets.

Rather than pointlessly patting or hitting her, splashing this once would be more effective.

"Mmm..."

Just then, Meisa’s eyes flickered with a small groan.

As Turan dispersed the water droplets in his hand, she struggled to sit up.

"...Is it over?"

"Yes."

After briefly clutching her head from dizziness, Meisa rolled her tongue around trying to wash away the metallic taste in her mouth.

Fortunately, she didn’t feel any of the nausea that usually surged up immediately after eating.

Perhaps because it didn’t feel like she had actually eaten anything.

"I never thought it would be this simple..."

"You’ll probably recover quickly after doing this a few more times. Since we can’t do this forever, you’ll have to overcome it yourself in the long run."

"I’ll try my best."

Though she wasn’t confident if she could actually do it, Meisa answered that way while putting back on the magic device she had taken off earlier.

Afterward, they completely erased all traces from the bakery before parting ways to return to their respective lodgings.

Returning to her usual empty mansion, Meisa collapsed onto the dusty bed.

’My body... is hot.’

She could feel a strange vitality coursing through her usually lethargic body, making her whole body heat up.

It was a phenomenon that occurred as her body, starved for ten years, greedily broke down the food to create energy.

==

The next day, Meisa woke up earlier than usual and immediately flew to the main family’s castle gates.

The guards who were standing watch as usual snapped to attention in shock at the sudden appearance of the heir.

"M-Miss! What brings you here..."

"Just wanted to get some fresh air."

Although Arabion’s power players might look down on and oppress Meisa, she was still officially the family’s only heir.

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No one was bold enough to demand things like passage permits, so she passed straight through the checkpoint without any noble or knight escorts and soared into the vast sky.

Perhaps because her physical condition was better than usual, her flying speed seemed faster than normal too.

When she returned after enjoying her freedom flying around for several hours, the family was naturally half turned upside down.

"What were you thinking, Meisa! For an heir to act so recklessly! Do you know how many people had to drop everything they were doing because of you?"

Kadram and other family executives surrounded Meisa and interrogated her.

It was an intimidating presence that would make normal people wet themselves, but she faced them without batting an eye.

"I just went for a walk because I felt stuffy. Uncle and the others don’t ask for permission when they go out either, do they?"

"You need to be aware of your position! What if Zahar’s assassins were to attack—"

"You think their head would come all the way to the Dakein Plains? If not that, there shouldn’t be any problems. Besides, wasn’t it uncle who said I was being too paranoid before?"

"That was when you were young."

"Anyway, I’ll continue going out and coming back as I please, so don’t worry about it."

Meisa shot back before returning straight to her mansion without even waiting for a response.

Kadram and the middle-aged noble faction could only grumble with displeased expressions, unable to scold her further.

Because regardless of being under their authority, Meisa was still the heir.

When she returned to the mansion, the elderly maids who had apparently already been scolded rushed to her trying to say something, but Meisa dismissed them with a light wave of her hand before entering her bedroom to sleep.

After several hours passed and dawn approached, she checked if anyone was around before leaving the mansion.

She entered the bakery where they had met before and lightly snapped her fingers, but nothing happened.

’...Is Leto nearby?’

As promised the other night, Turan would only reveal himself when he was certain Leto wasn’t around.

Him not showing up now meant either he couldn’t break through the stealth ability or Leto was hiding nearby watching.

After checking a few more places, Meisa returned to her mansion without success and tried to sleep.

Perhaps because her internal organs had been activated after consuming food once, a hunger that felt like it would pierce her stomach tormented her all night.

On the second day, several low-ranking Arabion nobles greeted Meisa as she headed to the checkpoint like yesterday.

Perhaps they thought if they couldn’t stop her from going out, they should at least keep her under surveillance.

Meisa didn’t particularly try to shake off those who said they would accompany her walk.

Instead, she just thoroughly exhausted them by flying at an even faster speed, as if taunting them.

After returning like that and trying to sleep, she left her bedroom at dawn and wandered around uninhabited areas, but once again couldn’t meet Turan.

After two more days passed and she was starting to feel anxious, Turan finally revealed himself in front of her as she was wandering around the knights’ training grounds that reeked of sweat.

"Turan!"

"Leto was following you for three days straight."

"You can detect her?"

"Yes. Fortunately."

Turan nodded while touching the Mimicker relic.

For the past few days, he had been watching the inside of Meisa’s mansion while hidden, even skipping sleep.

Thanks to that, he was able to see not only Leto searching through every corner of her room while hidden, but also secretly pursuing Meisa when she left the house at night.

Finding out that this Mimicker relic could even see through Zahar’s stealth was a bonus.