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q“Already on it,” Robin remarked with a smile as he passed her a check with both his hands. “Your voice, tone, and manner of speaking - they all resemble the miracle doctor so much.”

“Really? What's her name?”

Francesca couldn't help but grin as she saw the check.

Then, she folded it and kept it away gently, not forgetting to give her pocket a little pat as though worried she would lose the slip of paper.

“It's Francesco from Zarain,” Robin answered while gazing deeply into her eyes.

The woman was visibly surprised to hear that. “But isn't Francesco an old dude?”

“Uhh...”

Robin was too stunned to speak for a moment.

“How do I resemble him at all?” asked Francesca as she continued to eat.

“In any case, could you please come and have a look at His Highness when you've finished your dinner?”

Refusing to give up, Robin walked over in an attempt to glance at her face.

“Of course. I've accepted your payment, after all.” The woman put her mask back on immediately. “Give me a moment. I'll head out after getting dressed.”

“Certainly. I'll be waiting for you outside.” Robin bowed.

assistance getting dressed, Dr. Felch?” the two maids

for that. I'll do it myself. I might take half an hour, though. I need

not a problem.

maids lowered their heads

are they so courteous

kept trying

speaking, I'm just a regular doctor, and Robin looks like he's on a completely different level of authority. Even

opposite of my

so ill that they desperately need

else, Francesca ate a little more and began to

the back of her head returned, and it felt as though

hurriedly ate a painkiller, changed into her clothes, and exited her room with a

“This way, Dr. Felch.”

Francesca as soon

about her temporary absence. “Could

“Sure.”

to Sean

You

had said, although there was now a strange look

constantly evade the

This is strange.

things, but aren't Mr. Lindberg and William close pals who've worked

he seem so interested