After all, it's not like he would die from infections like commoners.
But unlike his usual self who would quietly follow any order, Daruk firmly shook his head and shouted.
"You are this city's guardian deity and father figure! We cannot take even small injuries lightly! If you refuse treatment, then take this inadequate old man's head instead!"
He hadn't even acted like this when told about transferring the city's ruling rights.
In the end, Turan had to have his wounds examined before he could even wash.
"Ah, ah—it's an honor to meet you, Guardian..."
The doctor called in the middle of the night was so nervous his hands were shaking.
Was it the pressure of examining a noble, or imagination of what could have injured even such a noble?
After examining Turan's body here and there with his upper clothes removed, he said only two wounds on his back and side needed stitches.
