Like a small wolf resembling a Husky②

She thought she needed some fancy skills, but isn't it just like using a battery? Although she thought so, Lillian still smiled because she got what she wanted.

She couldn't stand the smoky smell in the air after lighting candles throughout the house at night. No matter how many candles she lit, she felt that the light flickered while reading and writing. After finally regaining normal vision, she didn't want to rush back into severe nearsightedness again.

"It should be redesigned with a switch to save energy," she said casually after searching around and confirming that there was no switch on the lamp base. "Otherwise, it would be inconvenient to remove this stone if not needed, but leaving it on would be wasteful."

"Once these magic ores are activated, the magic inside will continuously dissipate, so the switch is meaningless." Joseph squinted at Lillian as if it was their first time meeting today and said, "You actually know how to use words like 'saving' and 'wasting'?"

"I have lost my memory since I woke up." Lillian lifted her head and calmly replied, "Haven't you heard?"

"You? Huh, that's scary." Joseph stood up. "When I heard Fontaine say it, I thought you were trying to distract them with another trick. Because you really seem to have lost your memory, I just wanted to explain to you that this used to be your specialty."

"Master Joseph, Miss should take her medicine. As you can see, she is still very weak and spends most of her time resting in bed." Megan spoke from the side, her tone still gentle and obedient.

"She has been taking medication since she was brought home, and it has never stopped. Do you really need to remind her?" Joseph threw Lillian a childish provoking look, and in that moment, Lillian vaguely felt like this person was intentionally trying to make her angry.

The young master was destined to return disappointed, as there was no expression on Lillian's face at this moment.

It's not that she didn't give him face, but after realizing that she had taken on the role of a wicked rich girl in the script, Lillian already had a full expectation of her unfavorable situation at home.

Blame it on her for indulging in cliche literature to escape from scientific research and reading too much of it.

Lillian showed a nonchalant smile, typical of an onlooker, towards the young master and watched him leave with a clear expression of disappointment. She even shouted a line with the comedic charm of cross-talk as he walked away: "Thank you!" In return, she received a disgruntled look from Joseph when he turned around.

Just before he arrived, she genuinely worried for a few seconds: would marrying that Duke of Lancelot result in her nominal younger brother spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"Miss, would you like me to help you put this lampshade on the dressing table?" Megan walked in from the maid outside, carrying a whole tray of medication.

"What are the effects of these medicines? Do I have to keep taking them like this?" Lillian's face drooped as she longed for the sugar-coated pills and capsules from her hometown, instead of swallowing those colorful and strangely flavored liquids every day.

She recalled Joseph's words before he left and asked, "Megan, do you know why I have to keep taking these medications? Besides this recent poisoning incident, is there anything else wrong with my body?"

The question didn't receive an immediate answer. After helping her braid her loose hair and ensuring that no stray strands would float into the potion while she drank it, Megan slowly spoke up: "It's just some herbal medicine to enhance physical fitness. Compared to other parts of the kingdom, Renoirca is mostly cold, so even commoners will brew some herbal remedies to keep warm when they have the means."

"Miss, there is no need to take Master Joseph's words too seriously," the maid said again, "You have always been healthy before and will continue to be healthy in the future."

Lillian sighed in her heart.

In fact, Megan is a very good person and there is nothing wrong with her. For example, she skillfully defused the potential argument between Joseph and Lillian just now, and her words after Joseph left were very objective and neutral.

Compared to Megan, Lily prefers having Kate around to serve her because Kate makes her feel relaxed. Perhaps for the same reason, Lily doesn't actually dislike Joseph either, as his temperament is like that of a Husky and it's hard for her to be on guard.

Speaking of which, the Whitman family crest is a wolf - that matches well since huskies have a close genetic relationship with wolves. Lillian quietly formed a stereotype in her mind for the young master. Ah, She wonder if there are any cute cats or dogs in this world? Lily looked out the window.

Now it is still summer, the blue sky outside the window is clear and almost cloudless. Even in such sunny weather, she doesn't feel very hot. In this place where winter is long, there must be many furry and soft animals. Just imagining it makes people feel good.

.....

Just as Lillian frowned and drank the potions, without being informed by any servants, Fontaine Whitman's study was abruptly pushed open.

The young boy rushed forward like a frenzy of snow, directly approaching his older brother. The maid behind him, who appeared nervous for failing to stop him, breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a forgiving look from Fontaine. She gently closed the door to the room before leaving.

"She really lost her memory!" Joseph exclaimed loudly, leaning his hands on the table as he spoke to Fontaine.

"The things I said to her today - if it were in the past, she would have already smashed everything in the room by now! Do you know how she treated me today? She even thanked me when I left!"

"Is she satisfied with that lamp?" Fontaine's feather pen didn't stop as he wrote quickly, aided by the nearby inkwell that magically replenished the pen tip. As long as the ink was not dry, he could freely modify the content on paper.

"What?" Joseph frowned when he saw that Fontaine didn't even look up, and he sat heavily on the chair. "Since when do you care if she's satisfied with what you give her?"