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Although this is something new, as it has been proven at the church in Bole and the university in Bologna.

“Pretty sister, pretty sister.”

“The name is Lisia. Anyway, what’s wrong?”

“Hug me.”

Lisia was, without fail, very popular with the village children, including Quinine.

Of course, if I were to be popular with adults, that would require some negotiation with my F-Five.

In essence, illness does not discriminate between adults and children. Here, selection and concentration were required.

While I was dealing with the bushy-bearded men, Lisia was doing things like giving medicine or taking care of children her age or slightly younger.

Behind such measures was a plan to cast a spell so as not to be detected. This is because children tended to be more vulnerable to plague than healthy adults.

Anyway, the plan was successful and the results are now revealed here.

The scene at the treatment center, which was slowly moving from disease treatment to mental care, was noticeably different from a few weeks ago.

Lisia, who had just lifted a child and carried him to the plane, was chattering away.

“Sister, sister. Who are you going to marry later? My brother asked me for a long time.”

“Really? I feel a little sorry. I can’t because I have an owner.”

“Ugh, I feel sorry for my brother. I don’t know who it is, but I’m jealous.”

“Is that really true…? Hehe.”

Even though it had only been a few weeks since we arrived in Quinine, I had heard back and forth that Licia had received confessions from some of the boys.

In just a few years, she developed an appearance that was more suitable for being called pretty rather than cute, and it was only a matter of time before she would obtain a degree from Bologna University, so it was inevitable that she would not be popular.

However, they all turned it down with the excuse that they would have to leave Quinine someday.

Now that I think about it, you said you had someone in mind.

“Lord Raven.”

While I was killing time while looking at the small treatment center where Lisia was, I turned my head when I saw someone in the car.

As if I could guess what they were preparing just a moment ago, a young village man carrying a barrel of alcohol walked up to me and said,

“Now the villagers have prepared a meal. This event is for those who helped with quinine, so please join us.”

“Okay, I’ll go now.”

And I was able to leap from quinine to superstar.

I got cured without having to draw blood, or swallowing a sweet medicine that tasted like metal and vomiting. Those who opened their eyes to a new treatment paradigm that they had never experienced before did not hesitate to become enthusiastic.

“Who did that driver say he was? Raven? I think I’ve heard that name somewhere.”

“… Oh, I know who it is! Didn’t he even have a nickname? You must have heard that story on rare occasions.”

However, there was one fact that I had inadvertently forgotten for a long time.

A nickname is not something that everyone agrees to call one name at the same time.

Even if it is the emperor’s palace, there is no Wi-Fi, so nicknames from far away are unknown.

Therefore, if it has not taken a long time for it to spread like a script or language, it will be called differently depending on the region.

Since the Alpine Mountains were a kind of natural obstacle, they played a role in preventing the exchange of much news.

Rumors naturally swirled around him or went in the opposite direction, so the name Negotiator spread from the south of the Alpine to the universities and the Vatican.

Unless I was a village administrator, I wasn’t very bright or interested in outside news, so it’s natural that I would be called by a different nickname in the north of Alpine.

The name was obvious.

To list the most recent ones, lightsabers, glow-in-the-dark sabers, and.

“Plague of Bolle!”

“But this is not Boledo, and it seems too long, so we abbreviate it by cutting off the front.”

“Plague! plague! Plague!”

“Healer of Corona!”

“The value of that name was indeed not false.”

“But rather than the plague, wasn’t it actually a cure for it? If so, another name would be needed.”

“If you treat something, is there anything more fitting than the name doctor? Then of course-”

“Plague doctor! Plague doctor! Plague doctor!”

The sound of a plague broke out among the people a few times, and then they suddenly started talking among themselves and quickly came to a conclusion.

It was useless to deny these types of rumors. I felt better about accepting it rather than worrying about it.

There is no malice whatsoever, and this will also give you some kind of reputation.

I quietly listened to the cries of the city residents, and after the festival was over, I ordered a black bird-shaped mask from a tailor.

The tailor suddenly looked like he didn’t know why he needed such a mask.

Still, whatever the reason, I was able to make a deal at a low price, and the order automatically rose to first place in proportion to my temporary reputation, so I was able to receive the result the next day.

And immediately, I tried the mask around to see if it would fit my head and find the most comfortable way to wear it.

The princess, who, like me, seemed to have taken refuge for a moment because she was exhausted from being called around by the residents, asked if I was suspicious of the sight.

“That, Lord Raven.”

“Yes, please say so. Your Majesty.”

“I’ve seen a lot of things modeled after other birds, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one made like a crow. Does it have a special meaning?”

“I am a plague doctor.”

“… … ?”

Unfortunately, Heine didn’t seem to understand this either.

*****

There is a saying that if a person does volunteer work, a nobleman from the city will meet them when they leave.

I really like this story.

A day like any other.

While I was in the midst of a festive mood wearing my newly prepared mask, the Baron’s secretary slithered up to me and spoke to me.

“Baron Quinine is calling. Could you please come with us?”

“Of course. Let’s go.”

I immediately put on a stern expression, but inside I was slowly feeling better.

Honestly, at this rate, wouldn’t it be worth hoping for something good?

Of course, fame, including a new nickname, is nice. But money is good too. To begin with, there is no one in the world who hates that.

Of course, since he is a knight with land, taxes continue to come in from Alpen, but there is no such thing as internet banking, as someone would say it is not from the Middle Ages.

This reality must be acknowledged. Alpen’s warehouse and my pocket cannot be linked by magical power.

If you have land and a reputation to pledge as collateral, you may be able to do it on credit at least a little.

However, when it comes to spending above a certain level, unless you dare to get involved with usurers who have stolen God’s time, you have to earn the money yourself.

“Lord Raven?”

“Ah, Your Majesty came too?”

When I arrived at the door as instructed, I encountered a familiar face.

It seemed like the Baron had called not only me but also the princess. Looking at it this way, I wonder if there is anything else important to talk about.

The secretary who guided us to the castle turned and knocked on the luxuriously embossed door a few times, then retreated when the baron inside gave his consent.

Unlike an aristocrat who usually dragged people around, Baron Quinine was the only one in the room.

Since we had seen each other once or twice since arriving in the city, our greeting ended with a simple exchange of greetings.

And when it came to the main point that followed, the Baron spoke first.

“Your Majesty, and Lord Raven. First off, I’d like to thank you for your help. Thanks to this, we were able to drive out the plague that had descended on this land.”

“As a believer, it is natural to show charity and kindness. Just like the Baron did.”

“Would the way I take care of my people be the same as what a complete stranger would do? It is natural that Your Majesty and His Majesty’s actions are more noble and have noble value.”

After saying that, the Baron bent down and started rummaging through the drawer in front of him.

“So, I also came to think that I should not be stingy with such help.”

Is it conservative? Probably so.

It couldn’t have been otherwise in the current conversation context and situation.

If you can hold it in one hand, it would probably be a gold coin rather than a physical coin. I stared at the Baron with eyes full of confidence and anticipation.

And as soon as he took something out, his mouth opened.

“Your Majesty, I would like you and your companions to leave this city as quickly as possible.”

‘Sonna.’

I thought it was a typical expression of gratitude in such a situation, but in reality, it was something beyond my expectations.

It’s not something else, it’s a wedding banquet.

Damn, how dedicated I was to quinine.

I couldn’t possibly forgive myself for sending me away like this. I vowed that I would definitely come back and take revenge.

– I initially imagined the content, but if you think about it logically, it wasn’t something that was acceptable.

If I were just a serf with nothing, wouldn’t it be okay if I were the only one who gave in a hundred times and was exiled?

Isn’t it disqualifying as a noble who follows the emperor to chase away the princess and clean her mouth just because a word of thanks and a small amount of compensation are not enough?

It is true that nobles go around stabbing each other in the back.

However, that only happens when it goes undetected, and it cannot be easily covered up unless the princess is involved.

In short, kicking us out would be a political blow to the Baron, but it wouldn’t be beneficial.

Therefore, it was possible to reasonably infer that there must be some appropriate reason behind it.

“Is there something special happening?”

The princess was also taking the matter seriously rather than feeling betrayed.

And, sure enough, the Baron himself added an explanation.

“I received a letter. Let’s take a look, Your Highness.”

Heine took it and read it thoroughly, then sighed deeply and opened his mouth.

“It’s Conrad.”

“I think so too.”

“I’ll have to get ready soon. Thank you for letting us know.”

“Isn’t it up to me to be thankful? I am truly sorry for not being able to repay you more.”

While I was silently listening to the conversation without understanding what was going on, Heine finished assessing the situation on his own and accepted it.