Confession

Alex felt the familiar sensation of free falling as he stepped into the wardrobe with the remedy box. This time, he was prepared for it, having experienced it before. He felt the world around him blur and twist, and in an instant, he found himself standing once again in the attic of Nivea's house. it had only been dozens of seconds in Nivea's world. 

It would look suspicious if Alex came out right now, so he decided to stay in the room for a while. After an hour, he emerged from the room and was surprised to find Nivea sitting in front of his door, accompanied by Walter, Edmund, and Harry. They looked concerned, and Nivea's eyes welled up with tears as she saw Alex.

"My Lord, You finally come out!" Nivea exclaimed, rushing to him. 

Alex smiled warmly at her. "Nivea. I have good news. I've found a cure for the sickness that's been affecting your village."

Nivea's eyes welled up with gratitude as she heard that Alex had found a cure for her daughter. She couldn't contain her excitement and once again knelt before him, her voice filled with emotion. "Oh, my lord, this grace you've bestowed upon us, I will hold it in my heart forever, and generations after us will hear of your kindness."

Alex couldn't help but smile warmly at Nivea's heartfelt words. He gently helped her to her feet and chuckled, "Thank me later when your daughter is cured, Nivea. And please, there's no need to kneel or call me 'my lord.' My name is Alex, and you can address me by my name. We're all in this together."

Nivea hesitated, her eyes filled with respect. "It would be impolite for me, my lord. I can't simply address you by your name."

Alex chuckled softly. "Well, how about this? You can call me 'Sir Alex.' It's a bit less formal, and it won't be impolite."

Nivea hesitated for a moment, still showing deep respect for Alex. "Sir Alex... Yes, that seems suitable," she replied, a hint of a smile touching her lips. 

Alex nodded, appreciating the compromise. "Sir Alex it is, then," he said with a warm smile. Turning his attention to the three men beside Nivea, Alex asked Walter, "Elder, could you kindly introduce me to these two gentlemen?"

Walter nodded and began the introductions. He first introduced himself as the first elder, named Walter, then continued with the others. "Allow me to introduce Edmund and Harry. They are the second and third elders of our village."

Alex then turned his attention to the other two, Edmund and Harry, who were introduced as the second and third elders of the village, respectively.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you," Alex said with a respectful nod. "I'm here to help in any way I can. Nivea already told me about the situation that happened in this village, and I'll do my best to assist."

Walter, the first elder, spoke with a deep sense of gratitude. "We are truly blessed to have you here, My lord. Your arrival brings hope to our people in these times."

Edmund, the second elder, added, "Indeed, your willingness to aid us is proof of your noble character. We'll support you in any way we can."

Harry, the third elder, offered a warm smile. "You've already done so much for us, My Lord. We are deeply grateful for your kindness."

Alex really wants to end this "my lord" thing. He was just following the pace at first, but now every time he hears this word, he feels really uncomfortable.

Alex carefully picked up the box of Universal Toxic Remedy. "Bring me to the place where the sick," 

"Of course, my Lord. We'll take you to the villagers who are in need of your assistance." the three elders said as they led him and Nivea toward the sick house.

Alex followed the three elders and Nivea toward the sick house where the ailing villagers were gathered. The atmosphere was tense as they approached the building.

Upon entering the sick house, they were met with a scene of suffering. Villagers lay on makeshift beds, their faces etched with pain and discomfort. The room was filled with coughing, sneezing, and groans of agony. The villagers lay on makeshift beds, their faces pale and filled with worry. Alex could see the suffering etched into their expressions.

Nivea led him toward her daughter, who lay motionless on one of the beds. The young girl's face was ashen, and her breathing was shallow. It was a heartbreaking sight, and Alex knew he had to act swiftly.

He carefully set down the box of Universal Toxic Remedy on a nearby table, and the three elders watched with bated breath. Without further delay, Alex prepared the remedy. He took a vial from the box and administered the medicine to the ailing child. The room fell into an anxious hush as they waited for any sign of improvement.

Minutes felt like hours, but a glimmer of color finally returned to the girl's cheeks. She took a deeper breath, and her eyelids fluttered open. The sick house erupted with joyous relief, and Nivea cried tears of gratitude as she embraced her daughter.

"M-mom," said the child weakly

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom makes you sick like this. I'm sorry" Nivea kept apologizing to her daughter, but she still blamed herself for what happened to her daughter.

The other villagers, seeing the miraculous recovery, began to bring forward their sick family members, and Alex, with unwavering determination, continued to administer the remedy to each of them. One by one, they too showed signs of improvement, and hope began to bloom in the village.

The three elders, Walter, Edmund, and Harry, stood by Alex's side, offering assistance and guidance. They had never witnessed such a swift and effective cure, and their respect for the young outsider grew with each life he saved.

The remedy that Alex had purchased was a remarkable remedy that could detect and eliminate toxins within the body with unparalleled precision. It was a marvel of advanced medical technology, designed to target and neutralize toxins with incredible accuracy. As Alex administered the remedy to each villager, the remedy worked tirelessly, identifying and purging the harmful substances that had caused their illness. 

As the day turned into night, and the last villager received their remedy, Alex finally allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. The sick house was now filled with warmth and gratitude, a stark contrast to the despair that had hung in the air just hours earlier.

The elders approached Alex, their expressions a mix of reverence and heartfelt appreciation. Edmund, one of the village elders, stepped forward, cradling his grandson in his arms. Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes as he looked at Alex. 

With tears in his eyes, Edmund spoke, his voice trembling with emotion. "My lord, you have done what no one else could. You've saved my grandson, our children, and our village from this dreadful sickness. We are eternally grateful to you."

Walter, the first elder, added, "Indeed, we owe you a debt we can never fully repay. You've brought hope back to Valorhaven, and for that, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts."

Alex stood amidst the crowd of grateful villagers, a sea of bowed heads, and muttered "Thank you, my lords" washing over him. He winced internally at each iteration of the honorific. It felt as comfortable as wearing his dad's itchy old sweater.

At first, Alex tried to deflect the honorifics with a polite, "Please, there's no need for that. Call me Alex." But a chorus of "My Lord" drowned him out each time.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Alex blurted out, his cheeks burning red. "Alright, alright, everyone settles down! I appreciate the thanks, truly, but you're making me feel like some kind of royalty here! My Lord? I'm more comfortable with Alex, honestly."

A hush fell over the crowd, their faces etched with confusion. Nivea, stifling a giggle, chimed in, "Sir Alex, they mean well. They just want to show their respect."

Alex threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "Respect is great, but 'my Lord' makes me feel like I should be wearing a crown and holding a scepter! The truth is that I am not a god's messenger; it was just an accident that I fell from the sky. And the reason I know the cure is because it was a common thing where I come from. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding"

The ice broke. Walter, the first elder, stepped forward, his voice booming with sincerity. "Sir Alex, you have saved our village regardless of your background or titles. We, the people of Valorhaven, know how to show gratitude. You may not be a god's messenger, but you are a hero to us nonetheless."

A murmur of agreement rose from the crowd. Harry, the third elder, placed a hand on Alex's shoulder. "Indeed. Whether you possess the power of gods or not, you have used your knowledge and skills to heal our people. That is a deed worthy of the highest respect."

Alex, touched by their sincerity, offered a warm smile. "Thank you, everyone. That means more to me than any fancy title."