I hastily entered the Ravenscoft Manor with Zara. Whatever else happened, nothing must happen to the Young Lord.
'Because he's the one who needs to manage the territory in my stead.'
I bypassed the office and entered the residence.
"Ugh, Jeremy! Jeremy, wake up!"
Fiora's sobbing voice could be heard. As I entered the room, I saw a sickly handsome young boy lying on the bed.
He was maybe a little shorter than me, with looks that could easily land him the visual role.
Of course, his looks weren't quite as unrealistically handsome as mine.
His skin was pale, and dark circles under his eyes made him look like a corpse.
His breathing was also faint. He looked so precarious, as if he would die if lightly touched.
"Acting Lord, what happened?"
Fiora wiped away her tears and answered my question.
"I don't know. I was taking a walk with Jeremy, just like always, when he suddenly started coughing violently and collapsed! The doctor said his symptoms have worsened."
"Huh, what the."
