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    There are only a few ways to start building a stack of likeability with someone you’ve met for the first time.

    Broadly speaking, the only things that can be considered are good lineage and Ilshin’s reputation. If you have this, likability will continue in the name of trust.

    The lord served by the Baron, the owner of this land, is the Emperor. Therefore, the daughter, the princess, was able to gain extra points and enter.

    However, reputation is usually proportional to an individual’s ability and how much aggro they have attracted.

    “I have heard your name many times.”

    “Do you mean me?”

    “How do I not know the name of the negotiator? Even though it is south of the mountain range, even the magistrate of a single village hears things from passing merchants.”

    And although it may have been better known in the south of Alpen, I was familiar with the term aggro.

    In the first place, I drew the attack points of barbarians and thieves on a map and distributed them to people, which meant that I wandered around a lot.

    “Thanks to this, not only did travel to the south become easier, but pilgrims were less likely to get injured on the road. Even now, I would like to express my gratitude to the Lord.”

    It was also proof that what I was doing was not just in vain.

    Hearing these words from someone who was not a direct stakeholder, I felt a little strange.

    The administrator turned his head and bowed his head to the princess and expressed his gratitude.

    “If your Majesty is here, it will be a great help to the people. Isn’t it because God has not yet abandoned us that we encountered such uncommon and unexpected goodwill?

    In these dark times, even small actions can provide comfort.

    Visits by people of noble descent or celebrities are also part of this. Rather than expecting something special, it’s just about being there.

    Just seeing a person whose face you don’t even recognize gives vitality to your daily life, which otherwise lacks entertainment.

    To be more honest, it is safe to say that they occupy a similar position to the idols of this era.

    And just as nobles do on the battlefield, they function as mobile totems in the face of disease.

    The belief that just being around a high-ranking noble or member of the imperial family can help heal your illness and make your face come back to life is something I’ve heard a few times.

    If one year’s crop failure was a punishment from heaven for the emperor’s immorality, wouldn’t this interpretation be possible in the opposite direction?

    However, even if I ask myself if this is really a superstition, after thinking about it carefully, I can only answer that I don’t know.

    If I were in a past life, I would have said this confidently, but there is no way I would know the line between magic and superstition in this life.

    Many people explain disease as God’s wrath, but I wondered if it was really God’s wrath if a saint who was said to be loved by God could cure it.

    I wasn’t sure because I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

    Still, one thing is certain.

    “Can you fix it?”

    “Of course.”

    At least he wouldn’t have to sit back and suffer that anger.

    This is because people are not creatures who simply comply with fate, but have the habit of going beyond it.

    *****

    The place covered by the plague was the city at the center of the barony, and its name was Quinine.

    Before departing we met a young deacon who had not long been engaged in healing work in quinine. Because preliminary investigation is important.

    “Did you understand the name of the disease?”

    “We don’t know either. There are so many things to guess… … .”

    “What happens to the patients’ symptoms?”

    “Patients usually cough and have a fever. However, those with early symptoms feel weak and often vomit.”

    “Cough, fever, and vomiting. Okay, then let’s continue.”

    “A red rash occurs in some, but not all, people. This is all I know. Do you know what the name of the disease is?”

    “Hmm… … .”

    There is no guarantee that the illness in the fantasy world is exactly the same as what I know in modern times.

    Even if they matched, those symptoms were just signals that the body usually sends out when it is struggling to save its life, so it was difficult to pinpoint what it was.

    However, when asked what the name of the disease is, it is impossible to answer that you do not know. As a result, diseases that did not exist before appear.

    Since it was a world without microscopes anyway, I didn’t have to worry about facing the risk of being verified, so I decided to give it a try.

    At that moment, there was a name for the disease that came to mind.

    “I think it’s coronavirus.”

    “Corona? This may be the first name you’ve heard, but if you know it, luckily there’s a cure! It seems that God must take pity on us by leading us here.”

    Unfortunately, there are only a few viruses that I know of.

    Still, how important is a name? The pronunciation of even the same name changed dramatically depending on the location, but what was truly important was the next step.

    “Was medicine provided to patients?”

    “The reason God gives us this knowledge is to save these poor people. Of course, I shared it generously.”

    It’s medicine. If you were going to treat it without magic, you had to at least pretend to give it medicine.

    Of course, I plan to use Licia’s healing magic, but I need to know what she has prescribed so far.

    However, I also felt a little uncomfortable touching this part.

    It was a hesitation that came from the anxiety that I might be disrupting the medical system that was running well.

    I also used enchanted bandages and herbs as they seemed to have some effect.

    “What treatment have you provided to patients so far?”

    “First of all, those who showed symptoms were quarantined at home.”

    “Oh, keep your distance. It’s an effective method against Corona. Then, let’s continue.”

    “Yes. He then drained the patients’ blood and prescribed mercury mixed with herbs. For those who complained of abdominal pain, additional lead was given to solve only that problem.”

    And just now, any hesitation in my heart has completely disappeared.

    Today, for the first time in a while, I finally get to act a little like a modern person.

    I didn’t give the compliment I wanted to the deacon who looked at me with a look that said, “I did a good job.”

    “Did the patients’ symptoms improve after taking it?”

    “Some of the cars seemed to have improved slightly, but others did not show much improvement, which was frustrating. Could the herb mixing ratio be wrong? … .”

    Yes, if I got better after eating that, I would have become the weakest person in the world.

    A human being who becomes healthier by drinking heavy metals instead of water is no longer human. It’s a monster that needs to be chased out of town.

    “I happen to know a prescription.”

    “Is this a method using arsenic? We were going to try that too, but we ran out of stock.”

    “No, so don’t worry. So rest assured and leave the rest to us.”

    There was someone else who would praise me for doing a good job.

    The girl who listened to my disparate yet anachronistic claims without prejudice deserved a pat on the back.

    Of course, it wasn’t an uncritical acceptance, but it was enough to at least mean that I didn’t look at it through colored glasses.

    That’s not to say I started a merciless disparagement of the medicines of this era.

    Because I didn’t have any evidence to back up my claim.

    Instead, we targeted the fact that the success rate of treatment using drugs is quite poor.

    For clear contrast, I also added that it is much faster and more effective if the girl casts the spell herself.

    “Honestly… I don’t quite believe it.”

    “I understand.”

    “I learned a little about medicine out of curiosity in college, and the priest’s prescription wasn’t entirely wrong.”

    “Weren’t you taking a theology class? Why medicine all of a sudden?”

    “I thought there might be a need for it someday. More than that, about what Raven said… … .”

    Lisia stopped talking to me and turned her head towards the window.

    The princess and her companions were seen huddled together discussing the schedule.

    “Yes, I would know that.”

    “Huh? No doubts?”

    “Because I believe Raven won’t lie to me.”

    Pat pat. I quietly stroked the head of the girl who came towards me.

    “… Other people wouldn’t trust you so easily, right?”

    “I’ve never actually said it, but I guess so.”

    “I trust you because you have kept my secret well so far. You can keep it as your own secret from now on, right?”

    “No problem. I wonder if I am like that.”

    “No. That’s why I like Raven.”

    “Is that so.”

    “Then what about Raven?”

    The hand that was moving hard stopped for a moment.

    Lisia, who was underneath her, pulled her head out and looked up at me as if she was puzzled.

    Or, is it something like denial?

    In that case, it was worth being positive since we had been together for so long.

    “Yes, me too.”

    “Hehe… … .”

    The girl’s head soon returned to its original position.

    And since he was stroking his hair and rubbing it in his hand in dissatisfaction, I thought I knew what he wanted so I continued stroking him.

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