Reborn As Noble Chapter 1223: The Sleepless Caretaker ( 1223 )

"Um... I haven’t ever visited the Beastkin Nation. And since your fiancé, that doctor who’s a prince... elves refuse to even set foot in the Human Kingdom... are there other human nations?" She pondered intensely... "Ihhh!!!" Gracelle slowly scratched her head.

Liana shook her head once more.

Sigh... Is she truly this dense, or something? I already pointed out that the Elven Nation trades openly with Armand. A.R.M.A.N.D... argh! I even hinted about elven girls preferring jobs only in Armand, as they shun all human territories, particularly with human nobles viewing them as trophies.

She gazed at Gracelle, who let out a gentle breath.

"Muuu~ I surrender!" She looked toward Liana. "Just spill it. Where did we encounter each other?"

Liana breathed out and shook her head.

"Hmm? You truly have no clue?" Liana cocked her head.

"Clue about what?" Gracelle squinted her eyes.

Liana released a prolonged breath before shaking her head.

"Now, now... let’s end our chat here, or sleep will evade you."

"Eh? You haven’t revealed a thing yet."

"Sleep already." Liana snapped at Gracelle, arms folded. "If we continue, it’ll drag on forever, and your proper healing will suffer."

"B... but..." She pouted at Liana.

"No excuses. Hit the hay now. Didn’t you mention wanting to reunite with that boy from your promise long ago? And fearing his reaction upon seeing you again?"

"Muu... okay."

Liana lingered until Gracelle shut her eyes and rolled over to rest, then rose gradually.

Right as she prepared to depart, Gracelle summoned her once more.

"Miss Elf... sleep won’t come."

Liana muttered under her breath. "Ugh! Such a pest."

"What can I do? Sleepiness escapes me entirely." Gracelle murmured, lips pursed, eyes begging.

Liana rolled her eyes.

Why must I nanny a patient clingier than a stray kitten? This grows ever more irritating. Exhaustion weighs on me, my body throbs, and rest calls desperately.

This irritation mounts.

Ugh! Sleep beckons now, so I can recharge and attend Young Master come evening.

Yet this needy girl blocks every path!

With a defeated sigh, she approached the chair anew, pulled it nearer to the bed, and settled in. She eyed Gracelle’s eager expression, her face blending annoyance with unwilling warmth.

"Alright," Liana breathed, tone gentling. "Now... shut your eyes."

She drew a deep, soothing inhale, then hummed a tender, enchanting tune. Her voice flowed soft and pure, akin to a brook gliding over polished pebbles, infused with faint, calming magic that lingered like dawn’s haze.

Gracelle’s lids drooped heavily, her breaths easing into slow, even cadence. Strain fled her petite form, yielding to profound, serene peace. Soon, slumber claimed her fully, a subtle, satisfied smile gracing her lips.

Liana allowed the final note to dissolve into quiet, the enchanted shimmer fading softly. She observed Gracelle’s sleep briefly, her masked features inscrutable.

"Rest deeply, little one," she whispered. "Perhaps upon waking, memory will return."

Confirming Gracelle’s deep sleep, Liana offered a gentle smile.

She rose slowly and tucked the blanket snugly over Gracelle’s shoulders.

What lies ahead in the days to come?

Should she truly join as one of my sister-wives...

Fingers crossed for the best, hoping she avoids turning into another needy soul like Mimi.

She exhaled lengthily, smile faint.

"You know, Gracelle?" she murmured softly, eyes on her face. "It amuses me, your fretting over that dream boy’s reaction upon seeing you. Fearing his... revulsion?"

She chuckled lightly.

"The boy you yearn to behold has already viewed you bare on the operating table. All I witnessed was his fierce resolve to preserve your life. No flicker of doubt or pause—just intense focus, determination, and concern."

"That’s his nature. You may not realize, but disgust crosses his face solely at veggies on his dish or foes wielding vile arms."

"Never toward people, regardless of state or looks. Like with Iria and Iziya, those human urchins once destitute, filth-covered, street-bound. He viewed them not as burdens, but souls worth rescue, deserving fresh starts."

She halted, voice dropping lower.

Your sole concern should be... reclaiming full health.

Then facing him truly.

She grinned, stroking Gracelle’s hair with her radiant palm.

For I’m certain.

When you reunite, grasping his true self...

You’ll mirror me, Gloria, Felicia, Delya, and Mimi.

Or beyond.

You’ll part your thighs for him eagerly, no hesitation, surrendering body and soul freely, as we’ve done.

Liana smiled to herself tenderly. "So rest soundly, little one."

She pivoted and exited the chamber, easing the door shut.

Time for my own repose, I suppose.

Liana yawned quietly behind her mask.

Better inform Myra and the rest to monitor her at the next check-up.

She scanned the area.

Hmm? Odd.

She checked the desk where Myra typically stationed, and spots of other on-duty healers.

All slumped in seats or against walls, deeply asleep. Kalea huddled on a corner cot, breaths steady and profound. Room’s other healers slumbered too—some chair-reclined, others bench-curled—all in peaceful repose.

No way...

Did my earlier lullaby lull everyone under?

Liana’s demeanor cracked, stern facade yielding to raw fragility. Lips quivered, pressed into a firm, exasperated grimace. Her keen, grave eyes now glistened with restrained tears of utter, weary ire.

A quiet, stifled sob escaped, born of vexation over grief.

Now sleep denies me too...

Mana surged into her mana talkie, voice quaking as she uttered.

"Young... master..."

Static whispered from the mana talkie, followed by a worried tone.

"L... Liana? What’s wrong? Your voice sounds on the verge of tears."

Liana’s pout intensified. "Uwaaa!! I only crave sleep!!" she cried into the device, pent-up frustration erupting.

( End Of Chapter )