“Ahhh-! Aahhh-!!”

    A woman in a shabby house was screaming loudly in pain.

    “Yeah. Give me more strength-!”

    “Ahhh-!!”

    Ignoring the woman’s suffering, a doctor continued to hope that she would be given strength.

    The relationship between the two is that of a pregnant woman and a doctor.

    Normally, they would have called a midwife, but most of the older midwives with that much experience had long since been decimated by the Black Death.

    “Aaah…!!”

    “Almost done! The head is starting to show! Give it some more strength!!”

    The doctor, who was shouting at the pregnant woman to cheer up, was wearing clothes stained with blood and amniotic fluid from another child.

    “Ahhh… .”

    The pained voice from the child’s mother gradually grew quieter as if she had almost lost all her strength.

    “Wake up!! It’s almost done!!”

    The doctor finally began to apply gentle pressure with both hands as the baby’s head began to emerge enough to be grasped with his hands.

    “Keuuuugh-!!! Aaaah!!!”

    A mother who starts to squeeze out her last bit of strength.

    How difficult it is to create a life.

    “Ewww!!”

    “Okay! Okay!!”

    Finally, the baby was born healthy thanks to the mother’s tireless efforts.

    “Haaak haaak. My, my child… .”

    Although the baby was still wrinkled because it had just come out of the amniotic fluid, the baby still looked so cute to the mother that she carefully received the baby from the doctor and held it in her arms.

    If a child is raised by a mother who is so full of maternal love, he or she will surely grow up happily.

    After two days.

    “Doctor… I, I feel hot… Haaak haaak. Oh, my baby… .”

    “I’m sorry, but I think we need to call a priest. Your fever is so high, and since you recently gave birth, it could be puerperal fever, but I can’t rule out the possibility of the Black Death.”

    The doctor, wearing a mask that looked like a bird’s beak, shook his head and delivered shocking news to the woman. It wasn’t the doctor who had just delivered the child.

    “My, child… My, child… .”

    Puerperal fever and the Black Death.

    Both are diseases for which there is currently no cure. In order to survive, you must pay a lot of money and call a priest to pray for a miracle.

    But where would we have the money to call a priest in this shabby corner of the house?

    “First, I will prescribe you some medicine.”

    The doctor took out a small syringe from his bag and slowly poured a red medicine into his arm. It was only a low-grade recovery potion, but if you inject it directly into your bloodstream through the syringe, your body will become a little healthier.

    The original usage was to spray it on wounds to help them heal quickly, but it could also be used like this. Of course, this is just a method discovered by the doctor who just came to see me.

    In any case, if the body is healthy, any disease can be overcome. It doesn’t matter whether it’s puerperal fever or the Black Death. If the body’s immune system is functioning properly, any disease can be overcome within the body.

    “Okay. Then I’ll take my leave.”

    “Eww-!!”

    A child alone with a sick mother.

    It was obvious what would happen to the two. But the doctor just stopped walking for a moment. He had no choice but to leave the house.

    They had done everything they could. Now it was up to heaven whether the two of them would be able to survive in this world.

    Kuk…!

    The doctor clenched his fists as if he was angry and looked up at the sky. He was resentful that such great divine power was bestowed on priests who only cared about money and not God.

    It was not that he himself did not have divine power. However, the amount was so small that after treating one patient with mild symptoms, he would not be able to treat others until the next day.

    The doctor was so resentful of that fact that he cursed inwardly and then walked into the house where the sick mother and crying child were.

    You may not be able to cure a sick mother, but shouldn’t you at least beg for milk so that the crying child doesn’t starve?

    It’s something a doctor should do.

    The doctor wearing a plague mask picked up the child, asked the mother’s understanding, and went around looking for people’s milk.

    As he was a renowned doctor, it was not difficult for him to obtain milk to feed his child.

    The doctor’s name is Jemel.

    He was currently the most famous doctor among the common people.

    *

    “Here is today’s report.”

    “Thank you.”

    “What the heck is this?”

    After returning from subduing the monsters, Erica wonders if she is dreaming.

    I was so shocked by the sight unfolding before my eyes that I almost had that illusion.

    This was because Elisa, who had pinned Alpha to the entrance far away, saying that she might get pregnant, was now sitting next to Alpha and handing her a formally organized report.

    “Ah. Erika. You’re back?”

    “Tsk. Chief. I can’t help it because I’m the daughter of a count, but it’s right to treat the commoners poorly here. If the hierarchy isn’t properly established, how can the organization function properly?”

    “Uh… Uh… .”

    Erica couldn’t help but stutter at Elisa’s words. Her words were certainly right, since she was both Alpha’s manager and a member of the Black Death and Pregnancy Countermeasures Headquarters.

    ‘Is it right for me to be respectful here?’

    “Ha-! The smell of commoners is really vibrating.”

    “Elisa Youngae. Please don’t be so angry. Isn’t Erica also a member of the same family?”

    “Huh! It’s okay if he’s a department head whose abilities are recognized, but how can he be on the same level as a commoner?”

    “That, that. I’m back. Department Head?”

    Erica, who had been thinking for a moment, gathered her thoughts upon seeing Alpha and Elisa talking amicably, and immediately bowed to greet them.

    As Elisa had said, the person in charge of management here was Alpha, and as such, I thought it was right to respect him.

    ‘I made a mistake.’

    Clearly, she is Alpha’s subordinate here. After all, while she is a member of the Knights, Erica is also officially assigned to the Black Death and Pregnancy Countermeasures Headquarters.

    It was right to treat Alpha like this.

    The reason Elisa has been acting like that up until now is probably because she treated Alpha, the department head, as a manager and breeder.

    ‘Ertia… .’

    Thinking about it that way, Erica began to feel jealous. She had only just started out to subdue the monsters when she had changed the department office like this.

    Besides, the desks and chairs have all been replaced with high-quality ones.

    “Erica, you can also work at that desk.”

    “… Why do I feel like I’m a little far from the department head’s seat?”

    “Ha! Commoner! How rude! Do you think it’s right for you, a low-level employee, to be close to the department head?”

    “… If you go by that, I think Elisa doesn’t have a position either.”

    It’s good that the desk and chair have been changed. I feel a little jealous because I couldn’t do anything for Alpha, but it’s still good. If there’s one thing I absolutely can’t stand, it’s why my seat, which used to be next to Alpha, is now alone.

    “Huh? Are you asking me all these questions, even though I’m a commoner? Ahh… It was easy when Ertia was here.”

    “… … .”

    In the end, Erica gave in to the difference in status and had no choice but to sit quietly far away.

    She said this while crumpling up the documents placed in front of her. It was not a particularly important task given to her, who was already sick of office work.

    It was okay to crumple up documents as a way to vent one’s anger.

    “Tsk. Crumpling up documents. That’s why commoners. Tsk tsk… .”

    Of course, Elisa clicked her tongue when she saw that, and it got on Erica’s nerves.

    But today, it wasn’t just Elisa that Erica had to get annoyed with.

    “My name is Ertia Viken and I have been dispatched as Miss Elisa’s escort and subordinate. Please take good care of me!”

    Ertia, who had come to visit not long after taking a short break… no, had become a department member, appeared, and Erica felt like screaming.

    *

    It’s a good thing that there are more people in the department.

    okay.

    It has to be a good thing.

    Square, square.

    After a brief commotion between Erica and Ertia, the sound of pens being stroked can now be heard in the office.

    Hands that move really diligently.

    “Ugh. Ugh-!!”

    “… … .”

    But the hands of the two knights showed no sign of moving. They just sat still and glared at each other as if they were having a staring contest with the documents.

    No, Ertia, she’s sleeping?!

    Even though it is said that Elisa brought them here by force to Wellington, saying that she was worried about being with commoners…

    No. It might be better to just sleep.

    Erica also tends to omit parts of the documents and make incorrect reports, so it would be better for Nana Elisa to take charge of it.

    Eventually, while Elisa and I were reviewing and confirming dozens of documents, we were not even making proper progress.

    For your information, what Elisa and I are currently working on is a financial report for a territory that has nothing to do with our department.

    As I was thinking, it would take a lot of money to prepare for the Black Death. To do that, I was poring over the estate’s financial statements with my eyes wide open, trying to extort money from anywhere.

    Of course, the work of our department, which originally had little work, fell to the two reporters.

    But since neither of us were making any progress, I felt like I would have to work overtime.

    “Here, there is a top that is not paying taxes properly. Can you take care of it, Miss Elisa?”

    “This guy… He has no backing and is evading taxes. I’ll take care of it.”

    “This baron seems to be embezzling too… . There are often cases where inventory is incorrect when ordering armor and swords for the Knights Templar. ”

    “Hmm… This is for sure. As expected from the department head.”

    Well, the department’s work came later, and the first priority was to raise money, so I ignored whether the two of us were working or not and immediately told Elisa about the problems I had discovered.

    I am something between a slave and a commoner. Naturally, even if I had known about these tax evasions and embezzlements, I could not have solved them.

    But now there’s Elisa.

    She has a strong back as the daughter of a count. If I told him, Wellington would just laugh, but if Elisa told him, his reaction would be different.

    If it had been before, even if Elisa had been in this department, she wouldn’t have been able to pass the work on like this.

    As for the females… Just by touching their breasts and sitting next to them, they start to exude a feminine scent.

    “Phew… It’s almost time to end today.”

    “You go in first. I’ll just finish up and go.”

    The useless Erica and Ertia ended up not finishing their work by the time they left work. In the end, I guess I’ll have to stay behind and do the work.

    “Oh, then I’ll help you too.”

    “Elisa Youngae, you don’t have to do that.”

    “It’s okay. I need results too.”

    At my suggestion, Elisa also stays and begins to organize the documents.

    One document caught my eye.

    The document, which said the number of deaths among pregnant women was increasing, was stamped with Wellington’s seal, asking for a solution.

    -Recently, there has been an increasing number of cases of postpartum mothers dying from high fevers. The reason for this is still unknown. Some say it is due to the Black Death, but the investigation results show that there were no blackened areas on the body, so it is confirmed to be puerperal fever, not the Black Death. The problem is that it is unknown why this has suddenly increased. I hope that the Black Death and Pregnancy Countermeasures Headquarters will quickly identify the problem and provide a solution.

    “… … .”

    This is something I never thought about. Puerperal fever.

    Puerperal fever is caused by a bacterial infection. But it is increasing… What is the cause?

    ‘The number of midwives is decreasing.’

    The thought didn’t last long. It was now the time of the Black Death.

    The problem is not the mother, but the person delivering the baby.

    ‘I guess I have to solve this problem first.’

    It seemed like the budget that was supposed to be used for countermeasures against the Black Death should be quickly redirected here. Well, what I was going to do now was also helpful in preventing the Black Death, so it wasn’t a useless thing.

    *

    “Commander!! Show that guy the honor of the Knights!!”

    “You dare treat us like thieves? Give us a beating!!”

    Currently, I was preparing for a duel with the Commander of the Knights, who had a blue film covering his body and his wolf ears pricked up between his gray hair.

    Well, it was called a duel, but it was more like a match.

    Because it wasn’t like I was fighting for my life like I did with Alex.

    Why did it turn out like this?

    To find out this fact, we had to go back in time for a moment.

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