Walter Schmidt lowered his head and upon hearing this, he finally looked up, "Injured while making soup?"
"Hm?" the butler was startled, then realized what he was referring to and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, for the tonic medicine I was preparing for you!"
Walter Schmidt frowned and remained silent, but put down the newspaper in his hands. He stood up and immediately walked out of the dining room.
"Marshal!?" the butler was startled, his brow furrowed, thinking he had said something wrong, and hurried after him.
Following the man, the butler reached the hall where Walter Schmidt suddenly stopped and, with his back to him, said, "Don't follow."
"...Yes," Frederick halted, watching the man's back as he left.
Watching the direction he was heading, the butler was first stunned, then the corners of his mouth spread wider and wider, The marshal is going to Doctor Stone's room!?...
