The Lycan King’s Broken Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

In the morning the healer woke me.She checked my pupils, ran her fingers along my scalp, and asked about the nausea.“Dizzy?”“Only slightly.”“Nausea?”“Barely.”She took my temperature. I had none. She placed a fresh, warm compress on my forehead and handed me a cup of mild tea.“You rest today,” she said. “You won’t get out of bed before noon. In the afternoon, a short walk in the corridor, with escort. Avoid loud noise and strong light. Food: thin soup, then a little bread.”I nodded. Two guards stood in the room—the same ones assigned to me the previous night. They didn’t speak, only watched. The king didn’t come in. He didn’t ask, didn’t send a message. The healer checked on me every half hour, briefly examined me, then went on to the other patients.Late morning they brought a notice containing new rules meant for the gate guards. The captain had sent the paper up for the healer to review. At the top of the page, in thick letters, it read: “WE DO NOT LOCK UP WOMEN.”Below, in

Morning began according to the usual routine.The guards arrived at my door on time, reported in, then escorted me to the healer. The new regulations were still posted in the hallway. The letters were clearly readable; the pages had been fastened to the stone with additional nails.The healer performed a short examination: pupils, pulse, the swelling at my temple. He recorded everything in his journal.“Today we continue the inventory,” he said. “You’ll get a stool for the upper shelves, but you use it only if you’re not dizzy. If you feel unsteady, you speak up immediately. Around noon you need to deliver a package to the apothecary. The escort stays with you the entire time.”I nodded. He handed me today’s list: quantities, item numbers, expiration markings. Behind the chamomile on the shelf I found two old sacks, their labels worn. I weighed them on the scale and wrote the numbers onto the sheet. The guards stood on either side of the door, not interfering. The task could be done i

A week passed in a strict, repetitive rhythm: every morning the healer performed a short, impersonal examination; during the day I worked in the storeroom and on inventory; in the afternoon I was given a courier task or a package transfer; by evening I was brought back to my room, where the guard shift changed as usual, the bell hung in its place on the door, the medallion stayed under my clothes, and I wrote dry, bullet-point notes into my ledger about everything that needed to be done and everything I had completed. By the end of the week even the healer nodded in approval: the swelling had completely subsided, the headaches were gone, my movements were steady, and my ability to work had fully returned. Therefore the lighter restrictions were removed, though the escort — by the captain’s decision — remained in place, as they wanted to monitor the enforcement of the rules for a few more days.That evening, after the healer had locked up the chamber and set the final protective grate

Early the next morning, after the inner guard had changed shift, the harem steward appeared at Thalia’s door with two subordinates and a scribe. He briefly announced that the relocation would begin immediately, then—according to protocol—they itemized the personal belongings found in her current room: two sets of simple linen clothing, one comb, a cloth bundle, a worn note sheet, and the card issued by the healer. They identified the pendant at her neck, stamped the transfer sheet, placed everything into an inventory sack, and set off toward the inner courtyard with Thalia in their escort. At the gate of the harem wing a designated guard received them, recorded the time of arrival, her new identification code, and the names of the accompanying personnel.There was no shouting and no crowding in the corridors; the wing evidently operated according to a well-established routine. From the gate a marked route led to her new quarters, which consisted of a small antechamber, a washroom, and

Early the next morning, right after the change of the inner guard, the harem steward appeared at Thalia’s door with two subordinates and a scribe. He briefly informed her that the relocation would begin immediately, then, following protocol, they itemized the personal belongings found in her current room — two sets of simple linen clothing, one comb, a bundle of cloth, a tattered notepaper and the card issued by the healer — identified the pendant around her neck, stamped the transfer form, placed everything into an inventory bag, and, positioning her among the escort, set off toward the inner courtyard. At the gate of the harem wing, a designated guard received them and recorded the time of arrival, her new identification mark, and the names of the escort.There was no shouting in the corridors, no jostling; the wing clearly operated according to an established routine. From the gate, a marked path led to her new quarters, which consisted of a small antechamber, a washroom, and a sle