Chapter : 150

Mm….

Hmmm….

Everyone fell silent at Baron Pierre’s words. Ah, except for the one person who was always talkative and never read the room.

You understand that although it is reasonable to think that way, what you said is a very dangerous thing to say, right?

After a brief silence, Magician Agpiel gathered his thoughts and asked slowly.

If someone spread it intentionally, there will be issues with the Holy See as well, and it will be something that will be heavily condemned in noble society too.

I know, Great Sage.

Good. I am glad you know.

At Baron Pierre’s words, Magician Agpiel stepped back and looked at me. He wanted me to say something, right?

Mm, mm. If you touch it recklessly, you will be counterattacked. You need to find solid proof.

If he pushed it without evidence, he could become a cowardly man who slandered others.

And if that happened, the elders who had only just begun to raise Baron Pierre’s hand could turn their backs again.

I am not planning to attack immediately anyway, my lord.

Then?

We have to gather evidence, of course. First, I plan to start a comprehensive investigation. I will establish an organization for the investigation, and I will appoint my people as investigators there.

That does not seem like a bad idea.

Since it was an emergency situation where an epidemic was spreading across the city, there was not much to oppose.

And since it was a crisis, the authority would be extremely strong.

It was a pretty good idea.

If he stepped forward and said he would take such a heavy position himself, Sir Andrea Bardi would not sit still.

If that is your thought, then do it. I will fully support you from behind as well.

I said that and stepped back. At this point, I would not need to step in, right? It was not even my domain, and what good would it do for me to step in?

But….

Mm, my lord…?

?

Baron Pierre seemed to have a different thought.

Could you perhaps help me a bit?

??

More than this?

It felt like I had already done plenty.

When I looked puzzled, Baron Pierre awkwardly curled up one corner of his mouth as if embarrassed.

I would like you to step forward personally, comfort the city people, and also take a look at the sick.

…My friend. Do you think an epidemic will avoid me just because it is me?

C, cough. I heard that in the past, my lord also performed miracles through God’s love….

……

……

To think I would hear that from Baron Pierre’s mouth.

Honestly, medieval people.

I felt a sharp headache.

I hurried to explain, but….

That was not a miracle—

BAAA! Baron Pierre knew too? Mehahaha. My lorrrd healed them with a miracle. Mehr!

Oh? So it is true?

Baa! Yes. I guarantee it, a true miracle. Mehr.

Bishop Marco the goat beastman, who had been listening quietly, was practically bouncing with excitement.

Mehahaha. My lorrrd said! In God’s name, madness, do not move! Baa. If you fool around, you will be purified by me! BAAA!

…?

If the Holy See heard that, he would be seized and burned at the stake for saying something that outrageous.

It was exactly the kind of thing a heretical cult leader who deceived the masses would say.

And as far as I knew, those were Bishop Marco’s words. How did they suddenly become something I had said?

That is nonsense, so ignore it.

Ah, is that so? Then the epidemic was not cured—

No, I did cure that.

???

A question mark floated over Baron Pierre’s face as he drooped at my words.

Good grief…. How was I supposed to explain this? Thinking about it carefully, it really did not look any different from performing an actual miracle.

In the end, I let out a sigh.

Whew…. Fine. I will help. And Magician Agpiel is at my side too, so we can do what you want.

Oh! Thank you, my lord. Then I will have people assist you. Haha.

—

This consolation visit I had taken on by accident, but I had no intention of stopping there. Since it had come to this…. I planned to identify the source of this problem and find out which bastard was playing tricks.

BAAA! Line up. The blessed lorrrd is here!

Oooo-! Honorable Your Excellency!

P, please hold our hand.

Give me a blessing!

My child is sick. Please save him, Your Excellency!

Of course, there was the difficulty of having to push through this fervent welcome.

Baron Pierre issued an edict to the city on a large scale that I would be conducting consolation visits, and after hearing the news, the citizens gathered in clusters along my route, stretching out their hands like that.

And in this already chaotic situation, Bishop Marco….

Mehahaha! You are repenting! Mehr. You see my lorrrd and find the light! Baa.

Bellua! Bellua!

Forgive us, sinful ones!

BAAA! You are praising! My lorrrd’s grace! Mehr! If you submit proof of praise into this pouch, you will receive a blessing. Mehahaha.

He was practically dragging people around with his eyes blazing as he ran his own business(?).

Oh, good grief….

Better to die than suffer. Seriously, when should I finally turn that rotten goat beastman into actual goat stew.

Tsk tsk. How can he be that consistent?

I think so too.

Since it is something you caused, handle it yourself. I will fall back a bit.

What? N, no! Magician Agpiel…!

I shouted in disappointment, but Magician Agpiel played dumb as if he did not know me and quietly stepped back.

Agh!

They say you cannot trust anyone.

But there was no time to complain.

Your Excellency! Your Excellency! Please save us!

Please let me hold your hand just once!

My child is sick. Just once, a blessing….

People surged in.

They were all sick somewhere, or trapped in anxiety and fear.

Their misery pained my heart deeply. But something else hurt even more.

The ones actually reaching me were fairly well-dressed and looked wealthy.

The poor who truly seemed to need help were only crying out from far away, pleading pitifully for aid.

Tsk.

Even if I was living as a noble after being possessed into [Pangea Universalise], I had not abandoned modern sensibilities entirely.

Step back! All healthy people, move back. Bring the ones who are sick now, ragged, and starving before me at once.

W, what…? But they truly have disease and are dangerous—

The private soldiers controlling the crowd beside me cried out in alarm.

But I did not care.

Silence! Do you dare talk back to me?

BAAA! You dare worry about our lorrrd blessed by God?

N, no, it is not that. I was only worried—

BAAA! It is blasphemy. Mehr! A mere disease cannot invade my lorrrd. Mehr!

Mm, it felt a bit different, but this time it seemed to help quite a bit.

When Bishop Marco the goat beastman shouted, the hesitant soldiers hurriedly organized the crowd and brought the poor forward.

Form a single line. If you come before me in an orderly manner, I will grant you the blessing you so desire.

Ah…. Your Excellency, so merciful!

Blessings upon Your Excellency. Grace upon Your Excellency!

At my declaration, the poor began to praise me with tears in their eyes. I had not done it to hear such words, but it did feel rather satisfying.

I took the poor one by one by the hand and bestowed blessings on them.

Bishop Marco, at least in name a bishop, was helping this time without thinking about money, reciting prayers at my side.

Of course.

Baa! My lorrrd. This is not allowed.

Hey now, I will return it to you doubled later.

Mehahaha? Really? As expected of my lorrrd! Use it as much as you want. Mehr.

……

When I tried to pull money out of the goat beastman’s business(?) pouch to buy medicine and food for the poor, he thrashed about for a moment, but anyway.

I dealt with the poor slowly, and among them I lifted up one sick child.

Is this the child who is sick?

H, how could someone so noble do this personally….

It is fine.

I calmed the overwhelmed parents and examined the child’s condition.

Hm….

His skin was oozing, and when I touched him, it seemed he had a slight fever. Yellow nasal mucus ran from his nose, and as far as I knew, that was a symptom of infection.

Is this the epidemic that is spreading now?

I, I believe so, Your Excellency.

The parents flinched, looked around, and spoke cautiously.

They seemed to know well that it was wrong to bring an infected child into such a crowded place.

In truth, even in this era there was something like quarantine, so if they were discovered, they would not escape serious trouble.

-PUFF.

I clicked my tongue inwardly and took out a medicine bottle from my clothes. It was a potion containing the Mystery of Healing I had received from Azuela.

-GLUG GLUG.

I poured it into the child’s mouth and asked the parents again.

I heard the symptoms are somewhat unusual. What other symptoms do you see?

He…. coughs, and he has d, diarrhea. Very watery diarrhea.

Diarrhea?

Yes, suddenly. I heard that the people around who caught it have the same thing.

Hmmm?

Hearing that, I tilted my head. That had not been in the first report I received. And diarrhea on top of these symptoms?

Something is strange.

It seemed Magician Agpiel beside me felt the same.

Magician Agpiel, who had been listening silently, approached with a hardened expression.

Were symptoms added suddenly?

Ah, oh dear. Sage…. Yes. Thinking about it carefully, it seems the illnesses came in order. Like symptoms were being added.

Give me the child for a moment.

At that, Magician Agpiel gestured toward the child. It looked like a geometric pattern was being drawn, and then Mystery began to surge.

-WHOOOOM.

And after a short while.

Hmmm.

A light lingered briefly over the child, and Magician Agpiel, who had used that Mystery, looked at me with a stiff face.

What is it, Magician Agpiel?

Magician Agpiel moved the parents and child back a little, looked around, and opened his mouth carefully.

It seems Baron Pierre’s suspicion is correct.

What?

A faint, insidious Mystery was felt in the child’s body. It is not a normal epidemic.

What?!

My eyes widened. A magical Mystery that spreads epidemics.

Well, if there was the Mystery of Healing, there was no way there would not be Mystery that inflicted curses or epidemics.

Then what do you plan to do?

What do you mean? We have to find the source and eradicate it. Epidemic magic is a grave sin. And attacking a city like this is even worse.

We should call Azuela.

Yes. I can use the Mystery of Healing too, but it will be better if Azuela is here.

I will have someone bring her immediately.

And as Magician Agpiel and I were speaking.

Your Excellency!

A plague investigator Baron Pierre had secretly dispatched came to me.

We have found the first source of the disease.

The timing was truly perfect.

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