I Became a Sick Nobleman

Ruel lay on the bed.

Tomorrow, he will have to leave Setiria.

The tasks that needed completion before his departure weighed heavily on him, leaving him too exhausted to do anything but grumble.

‘I’m tired. Really tired.’

Leo, who had been playing with the spirits, rushed over and climbed onto Ruel’s stomach.

—You should change your clothes. Cassion will scold you if you don’t.

“It’s fine. Let him be mad if he wants to.”

—Has Ruel finished everything?

“Maybe?”