Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 367

367. The return of the prodigal son (2)

There were more difficulties than expected in investigating Empress Lizabeth.

Surrounding her were great informants whom the Emperor had attached for her safety, and Grand Duke Asin was also monitoring the Empress with numerous secret agents.

It is almost impossible to conduct an investigation without the eyes of such people. So it is said that Dasha had no choice but to ask for cooperation from one of the empress’s informants.

“There is one legendary senior who is still active. “When I told them that there was a request from you, they willingly cooperated.”

The Empress’s childhood was nothing special.

Lizabeth Assin was born as the youngest of the four sons and four daughters of Grand Duke Assin. Although she was not particularly outstanding among the archduke’s children, she grew up in her mansion, receiving a proper education like any other noble girl.

Unlike now, when he was young, he was not a very sociable person, so it was very rare for him to go out of the mansion. Also, he was known to have a weak body, so he had to take medicine with his doctor since he was young.

As a result, I decided to investigate Galen, the old doctor who had been in charge of the Empress since she was a baby.

“Although Galen was already dead, we were able to obtain the medical records remaining in the mansion and find out what treatment the Empress received at the time.”

Surprisingly, the doctor at the time was treating young Lizabeth for infertility.

It is said that along with numerous medicinal herbs known to be good for pregnancy, a decoction of dried pig uterus was taken regularly.

‘… sterility? Empress Lizabeth?’

Shocked for a moment.

This question immediately appeared in Seongjin’s mind.

‘Infertility treatment from a young age? How on earth did you diagnose something like that?’

To be honest, Seongjin did not believe in the medical science of this world. Isn’t this a crazy world where perfume is sprayed on plague patients and bloodletting is applied to trauma patients?

Moreover, isn’t the diagnosis of female infertility quite difficult even in modern times?

If you think about it from a common sense point of view, it is true. First of all, if you don’t have children for several years after getting married, you can go to the hospital and start getting various tests.

But how is it possible to diagnose infertility from a young age when there are no secondary sexual characteristics?

‘Besides, the empress is me… You gave birth to Mores, right? If so, isn’t it ultimately infertility?’

Even if Empress Lizabeth was truly infertile, there was no way that the level of medicine in this world could treat such a thing.

Seongjin asked after coming to a tentative conclusion.

“who is this? That bastard named Galen. “Where on earth did he learn medicine to make such an idiotic diagnosis?”

In this way, Seongjin received Galen’s entire medical notes from Dasha.

It flutters.

As I flipped through the notes, I saw notes that roughly scribbled the symptoms the Empress had and the corresponding prescriptions. It was the worst handwriting of all, but for some reason, Seongjin had no difficulty deciphering the imperial languages.

-The other princesses were all born healthy, and started practicing building Auror layers on the Danjeon from a young age. However, Miss Lizabeth is said to have been unable to learn the exercises because her height was unusually short and her frame was thin, perhaps because the Grand Duchess gave birth prematurely.

Therefore, Grand Duke Asin, who was concerned about his daughter’s health, visited me, the most skilled of the members of the Plague Society at the time, and asked him to take charge of Lady Lizabeth’s treatment.

And Dasha, who was standing next to Seongjin, suddenly saw something like a faint light passing through his eyes.

‘… ‘Is it an illusion?’

She was puzzled for a moment, but when she confirmed that there was no abnormality in the prince’s condition, she immediately shifted her gaze to the note he was holding in his hand.

According to records, Galen was a member of the Plague Society of Kshantra. At the time, it appeared to be a fairly radical plague group whose activities centered around Asin.

“Is Danchen still active today?”

Naturally, that question arose.

Regarding the plague society he was sponsoring, Seongjin once ordered an investigation into all the famous plague societies active on the continent. But I had never heard of a place called the Kshantra Plague Society.

“I’m not active right now, sir. They were all tried for heresy and burned at the stake several years ago. “At that time, all records related to them were burned, so it is almost a miracle that these medical notes still survive.”

“hmm.”

In Seongjin’s opinion, any plague society was barbaric, but it is said that the Kshantra Plague Society was a talented school that practiced quite unconventional treatments at the time.

Thanks to this, a man named Galen also displayed an excellent ability to detect the Aura activity of the human body and use it for diagnosis.

-Compared to other princesses, Lady Lizabeth’s auror, especially on her abdomen, was noticeably weaker. Her stomach is full of cold energy, which prevents her from digesting food well and prevents her from waking up early in the morning. This is a common symptom seen in infertile women.

Seongjin furrowed his brows slightly.

No, since I didn’t practice Aura, of course my Dantian’s Aura would be weak. You just detected the auror activity level, and now you’re saying some bullshit?

-This is probably because the uterine energy is weak and liver function is stagnant, resulting in congestion. This is undoubtedly a symptom of infertility.

Ah, Bethelah. Dear Lord. Unfortunately, the precious young lady of the Asein family suffers from infertility.

The diagnosis made through a process of absurd reasoning was, as expected, extremely disastrous.

for a moment. But, Bethelah?

“This… “Isn’t this a holy name mainly used by the Dark Church?”

Seongjin still remembered. Belinda, the now-dead Bishop of the Penitent Parish, once recited this name while talking to Seongjin.

Also, what was Leonard like?

– Bethelah.

Didn’t Rohan’s unlucky swallow son also greet Seongjin like this at first?

-Do you know that? Forgotten brothers of old await your command.

At some point, Seongjin had an intuition that Leonard had some kind of relationship with the Dark Church. That’s why, even though he keeps sending me letters asking me to meet him, I’ve been completely ignoring him.

“Yes, it is. “It is now completely gone, but until a few years ago, an active underground sect used to use this name widely.”

Dasha nodded and answered Seongjin’s question.

“But even so, it is not clear whether Galen was really a heretic.”

“Why is that so?”

“At the time he was active, the underground religious sects were not yet labeled as heretics. It was not that long ago that His Majesty the Current Emperor named the underground cult the [Dark Church] and completely expelled it. So, at that time, the subjects often used this name simply as praise to the Lord, regardless of whether they were Orthodox or underground denominations.”

Hmm.

Although something felt unclear, Seongjin didn’t question it and quickly turned through the notes.

– By boiling the fruit of Ramus and feeding it to the patient, the cold energy in the abdomen was first induced to go out naturally. However, the more she had diarrhea, the more Lady Lizabeth did not improve and only became thinner. Perhaps it was because the young lady’s body was too weak to withstand the treatment.

Hey, by inducing diarrhea, the person must have become increasingly dehydrated and weak. What did this bastard do to an innocent child?

-So I soon decided to change my treatment policy. It was prescribed to take angelica root, cinnamon bark, and dried pig’s uterus. Also, do not use regular perfume, but always be close to the scent of bulbous plants that contain geothermal energy… … .

Fluttering.

While flipping through those ridiculous records, a thought suddenly occurred to Seongjin.

‘Ever since I was young, oh… Empress Lizabeth has been receiving such nonsense treatment. Then, whether or not she was infertile, it is likely that she at least firmly believed that she was infertile, right?

Then, almost to the last page, there was a phrase that suddenly caught Seongjin’s eye.

-Why is treatment so slow even though all methods have been tried? Perhaps this is because God arranged it to be this way in advance.

The fact that a flame breaks out in the bitter cold and grass grows in the desert is a miracle made possible because death himself breathed his breath into it. For this to happen, the ground must first be extremely cold and extremely dry.

Seongjin blinked.

“uh… … ?”

wait for a sec.

what? Haven’t I heard this somewhere?

‘So, I think it was probably meant to be something like this.’

Grief kindles a flame in the bitter cold, sowing cultivates crops in the desert, and rest takes its own breath… … .

Beep-

Suddenly, I heard tinnitus in my ears and lost consciousness.

“… Lowering? “Why are you doing this?”

When Seongjin put down the note and stumbled, Dasha, who was startled, hurriedly helped him up and asked.

However, in Seongjin’s ears, her voice had already gone far enough to be beyond the range of recognition.

Instead, what fills the auditory nerve is the sound of someone’s heart growing louder along with the intense heat.

thud! thud! thud!

And it was the cheers of a crowd full of joy, vividly revived from oblivion.

– Rejoice! And worship!

-The baby is [prepared] for the glory of the church!

It was a long-standing nightmare that I had forgotten about for some time.

‘Oh, that’s right. Something like that happened once… … .’

That day, Seongjin was sitting on a high altar, wrapped in a black robe.

And a group of people wearing the same black robes were shedding tears at Seongjin and at the same time bursting into laughter.

-You who are prepared! Apostle of the Lord!

-Ah, now the time has come!

-Free from long-term oppression, the underground cult will flourish once again!

Those who know that there is no end to the pain of the soul and that the salvation they await is still far away, but they are relieved that others can never reach salvation either, and they only shout out prayers that have no answer.

What else can describe the complex and intense emotions on their faces other than the word ‘madness’?

Seongjin looked at those fanatics and felt both infinite pity and deep fear.

-okay. The long-awaited time has finally arrived!

And [him] was there too. The damned Archbishop of Rest who planned and executed this whole mess.

The archbishop, who was standing upright next to the altar and watching all this, looked directly into Seongjin’s eyes and curled the corners of his mouth with confidence.

-Look! His preparations are not over yet!

No, not yet.

Tap, tap, tap.

Seongjin thought as he hastily turned his gaze away from the archbishop who was slowly approaching him.

‘It’s not time yet! ‘You must not look at the author now!’

The Archbishop of Rest will surely remain somewhere in one’s memory.

Trying not to recognize his face, Seongjin urgently closed his eyes and thought to himself.

‘hurry! somehow! If I don’t escape this nightmare right now… … !’

[Mores!]

At that very moment, he heard an urgent thought calling out to him from somewhere.

It was the same as that day, but it was the voice of salvation that Seongjin had always subconsciously been eagerly waiting for, which he could not bear to respond to at the time.

‘… father?’

It was the moment when Seongjin reflexively responded to that voice.

Shoot ah-

With the powerful divine power pouring down like a waterfall, I soon felt the nightmare getting farther away.

A black altar stained with blood and the eerie sight of fanatics worshiping it. And even the appearance of the archbishop who stubbornly did not take his eyes off Seongjin.

All those memories soon disappeared beyond recognition, but Seongjin did not feel regretful about them at all this time.

“Mores, are you okay?”

Sensing the heat slowly subsiding, Seongjin blinked and opened his eyes.

As expected, there was a magnificent sight before his eyes.

When I met his calm gray eyes as usual, for some reason I felt an absolute sense of relief.

Phew.

Seongjin let out a breath he had been holding for some time and looked around.

Then, his eyes caught the image of Dasha, looking pale and clinging to one side of the room.

“Stand, stand, Your Majesty!”

Dasha, who could not escape from the sudden appearance of the crowd, was frozen, not knowing what to do.

“Huh, how? Where suddenly? “I definitely didn’t feel any sign of anyone around here?”

ah.

Seongjin looked at her with a slightly pitiful gaze.

There’s nothing strange, Dasha. My father wouldn’t have moved from his office next to him even for a moment.

Maybe it was because you were hovering nearby, looking for an opportunity, that he completely erased your presence so that you could come in comfortably?

But Dasha’s suffering did not end there.

“Hey!”

Quang!

Lord Martha rushed into the treatment room, almost breaking the door open. He was taken away by Logan for a while, but came running after hearing about Seongjin’s abnormality.

“I heard from His Majesty Logan! It seems like your fever is rising again… ! Are you okay now?”

“Uh, yes. are you okay.”

Logan walked in behind Masain with a shy expression on his face. Then he went straight towards Dasha, who was curled up in the corner of the room, and apologized with a sad expression.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I’m done with my business yet. Because Mores’s condition is a state. But rest assured. “Lord Masaine will leave the room in a moment, so you can talk to Mores again slowly.”

“… … !”

Dasha froze without saying a word.

Uh, okay. I thought it was strange ever since I suddenly dragged Sir Martha out for a night walk.

“Logan. After all, you knew that Dasha was here and you deliberately avoided her place?”

Dasha came to visit not long after he left, so it must be true.

Then Logan answered as if he was embarrassed.

“hmm. Well, it looks like your informant has been waiting outside for too long… … .”

In the end, it means that he knew Dasha’s movements from beginning to end.

“omg!”

Dasha suffered deep internal injuries and stumbled.

It was the moment when the [belief] of Monkey Watchtower’s elite informant was shattered in real time.

fantasy,