"System, explain what's going on immediately. Why does it sound like the Physician already existed hundreds of years ago?"
At Bonsandi's manor, by the long dining table, Syl sat at the head of the table. Looking at the exquisite food and wine laid out before her, she felt a bit dazed.
She had come here today to stitch someone up.
Then, Syl turned her gaze toward Baro Bonsandi, who was sitting to her left.
Feeling Syl's gaze, Baro put down his knife and fork, his attitude extremely respectful.
Although he didn't sense the aura of any magic potion or holy medicine on Lord Silver Crow, the sense of crisis he felt when Lord Silver Crow picked up the scalpel earlier was genuinely terrifying. It felt as if he would surely die if that blade cut down.
The most important thing was that Lord Silver Crow had no magic potion aura at all, which made him respect Silver Crow even more.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked:
"What is it? Lord Silver Crow, is the food not to your liking?"
"Uh... no." Syl gently forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth. The fatty, sweet juices exploded in her mouth.
Syl still hadn't adjusted to the fact that Bonsandi, whom she had been investigating for so long, had somehow become her follower.
This rendered almost all of Syl's subsequent plans useless.
"System, I'm talking to you!" Syl urged fiercely in her mind again.
"The area ahead~ let's explore it later ^^)"
"Sigh..." Knowing she wouldn't get anything out of it, Syl could only sigh silently in her heart.
She could only think of a way to fish for information from Baro's mouth. And she had to make sure he didn't discover she was an imposter.
After all, even if the Physician really was a real person in the past, she had no memories of the Physician at all and had no idea what the Physician had done before.
If the Physician had an identity in this world before... then what about the Joker? Or the Missionary?
Could they all be great villains who existed since ancient times?
Syl really wanted to check the System's background now.
"I'm here for official business today," Syl thought for a moment and finally brought up the request. "Where is your daughter? Baro Bonsandi."
Syl knew well enough that when addressing a noble, one should include their surname.
"Oh no no no, Lady Silver Crow, you can just call me Baro, or Little Baro." Baro looked quite flattered.
"Ah, this..." Syl was momentarily embarrassed. Looking at this man who was nearly three times her age lowering his seniority before her felt somewhat absurd.
"My daughter is resting upstairs... Since this incident happened, she has hardly left her room, thinking of death all day... Fortunately, you appeared, Lord Silver Crow! You must be the Savior of our Bonsandi family! And you will once again save our family's bloodline!" Baro became more excited as he spoke, nearly standing up.
However, Syl could understand.
Putting herself in his shoes, if Syl had grown up listening to her great-grandfather's legends, looking at the Pretty Older Sister hanging in her house every day, and thinking about that Pretty Older Sister's deeds and help to her family, it would be hard not to develop a sense of reverence.
And when this deeply revered person suddenly appeared in reality, the impact was enormous.