Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 249

Episode 249

“Calm down and say it again slowly. What? What data?”

Mandible. Mandible.

Gilbert, who was breathing heavily with a gaping face because he had rushed in so urgently, soon showed the materials he had brought with him and began to explain.

“That was 70 years ago, when a restautumn similar to this plague broke out. It was the only territory in the East that had no damage!”

“what?”

“Fifteen eastern fiefdoms were devastated, but not a single person was killed in the Barony of Grant at the eastern end.”

Gilbert’s eyes lit up and he brought out the information, but Logan frowned after reading the contents.

“…Wasn’t the plague over before it spread that far?”

What if you were in the center of the epicenter of the plague?

Just because the territory at the far end did not suffer any damage, there seemed to be insufficient evidence to say that it was a territory that had overcome the plague.

but.

“This data only records the situation in Grandia… Oh, sorry. It only records the situation in the Kingdom of McLane, but when combined with the old data collected by our guild, it is meaningful enough.”

“Is there a meaning?”

“At that time, the five western territories of the Small Kingdom Alliance beyond the Grant Territory were also destroyed by Restavum. This is this side. If you look at it this way…” The

circle drawn by Gilbert. I followed the circle.

“her?!”

“Out of the entire area where the plague spread, only the Grant Territory had no deaths.”

It was meaningful enough material that could serve as a groundbreaking clue.

“If we investigate and find out what prevented the plague in that territory, perhaps we can definitely prevent this plague as well.”

“…I will order you to investigate Grant’s territory immediately.”

“I’ll go there myself!”

“You yourself?”

“Grant territory is about two days north of here. It’s easily accessible.”

Looking at that confident expression, Logan felt conflicted inside.

Honestly, the most unnecessary manpower to overcome the plague in Raftan Territory right now is yourself and your knights.

It seemed like it would be better for him to investigate on his own rather than the therapist, Gilbert, but when he remembered the conversation he had with Bishop Ilia yesterday, it didn’t seem like a good idea.

– Is there anything I can do myself? Even after looking like this, he’s still a superhuman.

– …Your Majesty, just being here is helpful.

– What does that mean? Useless flattery….

– It is not flattery. Just the fact that His Majesty stays here gives strength to the people. Because it means that the kingdom has not given up on them. But, to put it the other way, if you leave before the plague is suppressed…

‘I will be seen as having given up on the plague. That makes sense.’

The position of king was just uncomfortable at times like this.

“…Good. Go ahead. Just leave the other healers here. Some are already showing symptoms.”

“Ah… That’s right. Oh my…”

Even as Gilbert answered, he couldn’t hide his embarrassed expression.

“Take knights instead. Intermediate or higher Force users have never suffered from the plague…”

“Your Majesty. Knights would also be helpful, but people with knowledge of medicine or herbal medicine would be better. Or even personnel specialized in research. … I made a request to the guild in the capital….”

“Ah, if that’s the case, we have the right personnel. Don’t worry, just head to Grant.”

Logan continued, dismissing Gilbert’s concerns.

“In addition to the knights, I will also attach professional personnel. They will find it on their own in Grant, not here, so find out why the Grant territory was safe as soon as possible.”

It was a little questionable, but how could one refuse the king’s order?

“…Yes, Your Majesty!”

Gilbert, a wizard and doctor of the 4th Circle, immediately left the Raftan Territory with five intermediate knights and began heading north.

* * *

“stop!”

“Whoa whoa!”

Heehee!

“Who are you?”

The soldiers guarding the gates of Grant’s territory blocked a group of galloping horsemen.

Although their calm demeanor, which was not typical of soldiers from a rural estate, stood out.

“This is His Majesty’s command! Baron Larry Grant must obey His Majesty’s orders!”

The moment the knight who came forward spoke harshly, they had no choice but to run into the castle with a completely different look on their faces.

And soon after, Gilbert and the knights were able to meet the owner of this estate.

“Haha, you must have worked hard for this. They are from Raftan…”

A middle-aged man with an angular face and a sturdy build smiled awkwardly at Gilbert.

A messenger from the king who came from a territory where a plague had spread.

No matter how you look at it, it would be difficult to accept it positively.

‘No way, they’re asking for our support…’

But Gilbert, who had no mental composure, had no time to console the Baron’s feelings.

“Baron. Let me ask you this directly. We know that even though a plague broke out in this area 70 years ago, there was no damage in this territory. We came here to find the reason.”

“hmm?”

Larry Grant’s expression changed to bewilderment at those words.

“Did something like that… happen?”

A situation that makes you sigh.

Gilbert’s hardened eyebrow twitched.

The good news was that a helper came not long after that.

“My name is Damian. I am from the Royal Investigations Corps. My men and I will assist Prince Gilbert in his mission.”

“…Nice to meet you.”

Gilbert looked suspicious at first, but it seemed like the brown-haired, blue-eyed man must at least be a master at researching information.

In just half a day, I gathered and brought back information about the territory that even Baron Larry Grant, the owner of the territory, did not know about.

The problem was that there was nothing special about them.

“The local specialty… is apples. They are also available in Raftan.”

Gilbert held his head as he looked through the data Damian had been researching.

“Anything else?”

“There was nothing special about the lifestyle of the residents you asked us to investigate and the materials of clothing they live in. It is safe to say that it is almost the average of the kingdom.”

Gilbert couldn’t help but sigh at Damian’s words.

‘There must be something special, right? ‘There has to be?’

According to the knowledge he, or rather the guild, has been researching, regions with strong resistance to special diseases must have characteristics that distinguish them from other regions in terms of vegetation, food, clothing, and shelter.

‘There should be no possibility that the guild’s data is wrong.’

My tightly bitten lips could not soothe my anxious mind.

The problem was not simply that the mission could not be accomplished.

The fate of his profession as a therapist, to which he had devoted his entire life, depended on this opportunity.

okay. opportunity.

‘Only if we achieve success in treating this plague will he be called a pseudo-priest. The Healers’ Guild must prove that it can be a people’s power.’

And that power comes from accumulated data.

So rather than thinking about the possibility that it is wrong.

‘If there is nothing special about the current territory, it can only be seen as having disappeared over the past 70 years.’

It was right to find a direction that it could not contain.

so.

“Damian. I would like to talk to the elders of this estate.”

“An old man?”

“Things that existed in this territory 70 years ago but are now gone. We need to find those things.”

“I understand what you mean. I will seek the Baron’s cooperation.”

The day after arriving at Grant’s estate, they were able to meet the eldest members of the estate with the cooperation of Baron Larry Grant.

However, the process was not that easy.

First of all, the problem was that there were less than ten people in the entire territory who were still alive 70 years ago, and another problem was that they were scattered across various villages based on their last names.

Moreover.

“70 years ago? How do you remember everything that happened back then?”

Starting with the old man shaking his head repeatedly.

“It’s the same. I want something to change here. This kind of countryside.”

There were many elderly people who understood the meaning of the question but gave negative answers.

And sometimes.

“I’m old and my memory is hazy. But Nyshu? Ah, 70 years ago? I’m old and my memory is hazy. But Nyshu?”

“….”

It’s unfortunate, but even the answers are heartbreaking.

However, after repeated research, we were able to find some positive answers.

but.

“Hunting was popular when I was young.”

“Hunting?”

“Oh, yes. There were a lot of deer in this area, so they plowed the fields and ate the crops. So, when the season came, people would gather together and hunt deer.”

“deer?”

“So now…?”

“After doing this for decades, it’s hard to see that they have dried up. That’s why I don’t do it.”

The answer from a small old man in his 90s was almost the only normal answer.

Of course, that didn’t seem to mean much either.

“…What does deer hunting have to do with the plague?”

Damian was right.

Does killing a deer cure the plague?

Or if there are a lot of deer, the plague won’t spread?

Even if you don’t dig deep into the theory or look at the data, these words just sound like nonsense.

As Gilbert’s complexion gradually darkened, the last old man he found said something that touched my ears.

“Deer hunting has not disappeared because the number of deer has decreased.”

“yes?”

“At that time, the customs here were a bit… grotesque, so I received a warning from the temple. That’s why they disappeared. There are still a lot of deer.”

Even though he was over 80 years old, the old man with a neat physique answered Gilbert’s question with clear eyes.

“Are you saying it’s a strange custom?”

“… That’s a bit difficult to say. The temple gave a very harsh warning about blasphemy and all…” He

looked like he was noticing something.

‘This is it!’

At the same time, a ray of light appeared on the tired faces of Damian and Gilbert, who must have been thinking the same thing.

“Please tell me, old man. We have nothing to do with the temple. We don’t mean to blame you.”

“…It doesn’t matter. I was young, so I only did it once. But the priests told me not to even mention uncleanness….” “

You have to chase away uncleanness with something shining. Here, I will give you an amulet. What the elder said. Please do something.”

A shining amulet held in Gilbert’s hand with an urgent look on his face.

A 5-gold coin swept away the old man’s unclean energy.

“Hmm. Well… back then, when deer were hunted here, there was a custom of drinking their blood. I’m sure every citizen of our territory drank it at least once. It was meant to ward off uncleanness and pray for a long life, but the priests actually did it. After saying that it was more unclean, it disappeared…”

Deer’s blood.

The moment those words came out, Gilbert and Damian’s eyes flashed at the same time.

* * *

“Deer blood?”

[yes. It’s definitely worth a try.]

“Hmm… That sounds plausible. I guess there aren’t that many deer here, right?”

[There are plenty of deer here in Grant territory. As long as it is proven to be effective, we will catch a large number of deer here and lead them away.]

“…Okay. Anyway, we have to make the most of it.”

Logan nodded at Gilbert’s report, and immediately after that, the knights of Raftan’s territory began searching the mountains of the territory, looking for deer.

“Why a deer all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know. Are the nobles bored ? Pussy.”

“As expected of the king…”

The public sentiment, which had grown ugly as the plague spread, accepted even that very negatively.

But three days later,

Sugag.

Logan’s hand, which slit the throat of a falling deer and caught the dripping blood, I was just being very careful.

“Now. Drink it.”

“…Yes. “Your Majesty.”

The man was kneeling and looking up at Logan with tearful eyes.

The man’s face was not only bright red, but also dripping with fluid. He was in

critical condition.

The priests were already out of reach of the Raftan Territory. The number of critically ill patients was increasing rapidly in places that were not in use.

If even deer blood was not effective, we would face a situation in which it would not be strange at all to see a large number of casualties in a few days.

‘This should never happen.’

Logan’s strong wind became a heavy force, pressing on the man, and

with a reluctant expression, the man held up a bowl full of deer blood and began to drink it.