The days when I was a maid in another world

In the evening, I followed Sterling to the hospital and met Alger who had just been transported back.He was still in a coma, with a pale face and layers of gauze wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

According to the report of the frontline commander, Alger insisted on taking the lead in carrying out a mission. In the end, the mission was successfully completed, allowing Tled to win a big victory. Several gunshot wounds.

"How?" Sterling asked the attending doctor with a sullen face.

Although the doctor in charge had a cautious expression, he still shook his head and said: "It's not optimistic..." Seeing that Sterling frowned, he quickly continued to add, "The weather is getting hotter, and the wound is already inflamed. He has been given a new anti-inflammatory drug, but the therapeutic effect is not obvious..."

Sterling drove people out with a cold face, and then stood aside without saying a word.I walked to Alger's bed, sat down and leaned over to look at him, and called softly: "Alger, this is Tang, can you hear me?"

I stared into his closed eyes, hoping that if he didn't open them, he would at least move them.But after waiting for a long time, he did not see the slightest reaction, so it could be seen that he was already in a deep coma.

His breathing was very weak, and his chest did not even rise and fall. In addition to what the doctor said was "not optimistic", I suddenly felt that his life was disappearing bit by bit, and the result of this going on was self-evident.

"Sterling," when I looked up at Sterling, my eyes were already wet, and my voice became hoarse, "Help him!"

Sterling looked at me silently, his lips pursed.

"Sacred objects can save him, right?" I continued to beg him, "I am willing to use the chance I get home to save him, please!"

"You..." Sterling's throat became obviously dry when he spoke, "You really want to do this?"

I nodded and said firmly: "You save him, I will stay with you for the rest of my life!"

"..." He pondered for a long time before finally nodding, "Okay, I promise you."

I stood up and planned to go back to the mansion with him to make a wish in the attic, but he said, "Just make a wish here, I have brought the holy object."

I couldn't help being startled, and looked at him blankly, wondering why he carried the holy object with him, could it be that he guessed that I would do so?

He said first, "Hurry up, if you don't want him to die."

I quickly took a deep breath, then looked at Sterling and said reverently: "I hope Alger can recover soon!"

Sterling looked deeply into my eyes, before slowly replying after a long time: "I will grant your wish."

Hearing his answer, I immediately turned my head to look at Alger, only to hear Sterling say, "He will get through tonight and recover slowly."

I looked at Sterling again, and just wanted to thank him, but remembered that during the day he said that my thanks made him feel like an outsider, so I didn't know what to say for a while.

He came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "I'm going back to deal with some things first, do you want to come with me?"

I hesitated and said, "Can I stay a little longer?"

At least, I won't be relieved until I see that Alger is getting better.

"Okay, then you remember to rest." He turned and left after giving instructions.

After watching Sterling leave, I sat back on Alger's bed, stared at his face, and thought: Alger, wake up quickly, with the help of the holy object, you will be fine.

As for Alger's insistence on going to the front line, I always feel that it has nothing to do with me.Alger intended to be decisive, but Sterling held an attitude of never obstructing.I know that not only because of me, but also because of the loss of trust and loyalty between the superior and the subordinate.

But no matter what, I don't want to see Alger die. I would rather he leave Terai City alive and go to a place where we can no longer communicate.That way, neither Sterling nor I feel indebted to him.

I was thinking wildly when I suddenly heard a heavy breathing sound, as if I had been holding it in for too long and suddenly breathed out.I hurriedly looked at Alger, only to see that his face was no longer pale, and at some point gradually turned red, and his breathing was no longer weak, but began to become calm and powerful.

This is, starting to get better?

I immediately ran out the door, shouting for the doctor.After the attending doctor came with several medical staff to check it out, everyone obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

"How?" I asked eagerly.

"It's a miracle!" The attending doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead. "His breathing and heartbeat have returned to normal, which means that his condition is improving. As long as he survives tonight, he will definitely recover!"

I also breathed a sigh of relief, and said to myself: Isn't it a miracle?Sterling used the relic!

Although I saw that Alger's face improved, I stayed with him in the hospital overnight. After the doctor checked again in the morning and announced that the danger period had passed, I dragged my exhausted body back to the Lord's Mansion.

I met Talis on the stairs, and immediately asked, "Where is Sterling?"

Talis frowned and looked at me for a while, and then replied flatly: "My lord is not up yet."

"Oh, thank you." I immediately walked towards the bedroom, thinking as I walked, Sterling probably stayed up late again, and he even finished his breakfast at this time on weekdays.

I knocked on the bedroom door, but seeing no answer, I gently opened the door and walked in.

When I got to the bedside, I was shocked by the scene in front of me!

The man lying on the bed was Sterling, with fair skin and handsome features, but his thick black hair turned as white as snow!

"Sterling!" I screamed, threw myself on the side of the bed, reached out tremblingly, and wanted to touch his hair, but didn't dare to touch it easily.

He was awakened by my voice, turned his face, smiled at me, and said, "He's back? How is he?"

I don't care about other people now, I just want to know what happened to him!

"Your hair..." I hesitated to speak, because I didn't know if he already knew about his changes.

"Probably..." He hesitated for a moment before sighing, "The time limit is up."

"What time limit?" Although I couldn't understand, my intuition told me that this must not be a good thing!

He looked at me for a while, probably because my attitude of never giving up asking questions made him have to make a concession, then he sighed and said: "The result of using the sacred object."

"What result?" The more I listened, the colder I felt.

I hope everything is not as I guessed...

"Don, forgive me for lying to you." He sat up slowly, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at me and said apologetically, "This is a family secret, except for the leader of the family, no one will know."

Seeing that he was going to tell such an important thing, I immediately sat upright and listened attentively.

"The holy object is not a mirror or anything else, but the blood on my body. As you have seen, the tattoo on my back is a holy object."

Although his words surprised me, they were not too shocking.The sacred object has been coveted by people but has never been stolen, which means that it cannot be stolen, so tattoos and bloodlines make sense.What bothers me is what he's about to say about the consequences of using the relic.

"The holy object can satisfy other people's wishes, but the owner of the holy object will pay a price for it, and this price is the owner's lifespan..." He said in a flat voice.

"That is to say," I said with difficulty, "every time you realize a wish, you will lose a certain amount of lifespan, right?"

"Yes." He nodded slightly.

"Then you now..." My voice choked up uncontrollably.

"It should be the end."

"Then why do you still want to satisfy other people's wishes!!" I cried and roared, "In this case, why did you send me back once and promised to give me another chance? Do you think your life is too long? I would rather die here than save Alger, I only want you to live long and healthy!" After shouting, I burst into tears uncontrollably.

He smiled quietly, then reached out and stroked my hair lightly, and said softly: "So, in your heart, am I the most important?"

"Is it because I'm not good enough for you? Is it because you can't feel my love?" I took his hand and held it in my palm, "Sterling, are you stupid? I don't like you, how could I let you sleep?" Me? How can I stay by your side if I don’t like you? How can I stay by my side if I don’t like you..."

"Don," he said softly, interrupting me, "can you kiss me?"

I leaned over and hugged him tightly, and kissed his lips hard.

I never knew how much I loved him, until this moment when I knew he was going to die soon, I realized that my heart ached so badly.

If I could turn back time, I would trade everything for him to be as good as before, just to see him as dazzling and energetic as before, with a stern face, or a dark belly with a slight smile.