Elihu raised his head at my question.
“In some regions, they even destroyed Semula’s temples, and I’ve heard that many priests have quit. Elihu, don’t you resent Semula?”
“You can’t resent your parents for sending you out to be independent after they’ve taken care of you.”
“Even if they suddenly send you out emptyhanded one morning?”
“They can’t be responsible for me forever.”
Elihu really seemed not to resent Semula.
It was a remarkable faith.
But most people were not like Elihu. Even if Semula had shared part of its power, humans had become accustomed to that power.
Therefore, Semula, who had taken that power back, was treated like an evil god that destroyed the world.
“I don’t think so.”
Levanfell, who had been listening to our conversation, argued, rubbing his tired eyes.
“It shouldn’t have been given in the first place if it was going to be taken away. It would’ve been better if we didn’t know about it.”
Levanfell was a victim of that world tree. So he would resent Semula, who took the world tree away.
A silence fell on the table, and the atmosphere became as heavy as soaked cotton.
Then a hurried voice calling for Elihu was heard.
“Vicar General! Elihu!”
We turned our heads at the same time. Jaelim, who entered the private room without knocking, looked for Elihu with a pale face.
It was the first time I saw Jaelim’s face so desperate.
“Assistant?”
Elihu stood up falteringly. Levanfell, who was with him, scolded Jaelim with a contorted face.
“Jaelim. Without even knocking…”
But Levanfell couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Vicar General!!”
A junior priest also entered the private room without knocking after Jaelim.
Elihu and Levanfell simultaneously stiffened their faces.
Something had clearly happened.
“What has happened?”
“Quickly. You need to come see quickly.”
“Huh?”
“What’s going on? Jaelim. Summarize and tell us.”
Elihu, surprised, kicked his chair and sprang up, and Levanfell, anticipating something had happened, hurried Jaelim.
Jaelim pushed the junior priest forward and threw the main point.
“A report has just come in that some of the high priests who went on an expedition a few days ago have been brought back.”
“Brought back?”
Elihu’s face paled at Jaelim’s concise explanation.
A bad premonition came over me.
And that ominous feeling soon turned into reality.
“It seems the high priests have contracted the plague.”
“……!”
Jaelim’s lips were dry.
Elihu rolled up his sleeves as if to run out of the private room right away.
“How many, how many were brought in? If it’s still in the early stages and the number is small, I can treat it. Are they in the treatment center? I’ll go before the ceremony begins!”
There was an isolated treatment center in the monastery to separately treat those who had contracted the plague.
‘If the high priests went to the treatment center, it wouldn’t be a big problem.’
I scanned Jaelim and the junior priest with thin eyes. Jaelim was still frozen.
‘No way…’
Jaelim grabbed Elihu’s wrist, who looked like he would run out at any moment.
“That’s not the problem, Elihu.”
“Huh?”
“The problem is that some novice priests brought the infected high priests into the main temple.”
‘As I thought.’
I closed my dizzy eyes.
Certainly, here’s the translation of the passage:
The reason the empire’s capital was still healthy was thanks to the quick response to the epidemic in its early stages.
If that response were to crumble…
“Several hundred people are gathered to attend the ceremony.”
“…!”
“There’s a possibility that all of them have been exposed to the epidemic. Including me. And Your Majesty. And Empress as well.”
Jareem slowly scanned us. At the same time, Elihu looked at Levanfell and me with trembling eyes.
The grand temple is located in the empire’s capital.
That means that an epidemic spreading in the imperial capital could lead to a precarious situation.
A chilling silence passed. The one to break the silence was Levanfell, who had been listening to this conversation with folded arms.
“Jareem. What about the medical forces?”
“From what I’ve gathered so far, except for a few high priests, all have vacated their positions to treat the epidemic that has spread in the provinces. Even if it is Elihu, there is a maximum number of people that can be treated in a day…”
“What does that mean?”
“At the grand temple, there are currently no priests who can treat this many people right away.”
Elihu’s green eyes lost their way and shook aimlessly as he heard Jareem’s words. His face twisted in agony.
“Elihu.”
Levanfell stood up from his seat and placed his hand on Elihu’s shoulder. Then he coldly woke him to reality more than usual.
“Shut down the grand temple.”
“…Your Majesty.”
“Only you, the grand minister, have the authority to shut down. If you don’t shut it down now, it will become uncontrollable.”
“…”
Elihu clenched his fist tightly and shuddered his head.
“And Jareem.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Are there forces waiting outside the grand temple?”
“Yes. The security forces are on standby.”
“Proceed with the closure and immediately send a message to the other nearby grand ministers and high priests for assistance. It will be a great help to the medical forces when they arrive.”
“Yes, I will do so.”
“What about the forces inside the grand temple? If this matter becomes known, the people inside will be agitated. We need forces that can control it.”
“I will check immediately. …Elihu, will you help me send the message outside?”
Elihu bit his lower lip hard. With a grave face, he looked at Levanfell and made his decision.
“I will close the grand temple under the authority of Grand Minister Elihu.”
As soon as Elihu’s words ended, Jareem quickly instructed the lower priest behind him. The lower priest nodded and hurriedly ran out.
Elihu turned to face Levanfell.
“Your Majesty. I will try to treat the people.”
“Elihu. I understand your heart, but if it really is an epidemic, after all, everyone cannot be cured. If you waste your strength, it will be hard on you, Elihu.”
“Even if the epidemic is spreading, it doesn’t mean you will die overnight. If I treat the urgent ones first, I might be able to control the situation somewhat.”
“Elihu.”
“They are all people waiting for me.”
Elihu smiled, bringing his two hands together devoutly.
“Lord Semula must have given me strength to help the people. I believe so.”
Levanfell, Elihu, and Jareem exchanged looks with stiff faces.
“Yes. Elihu, if you think so.”
It seemed like the conversation was roughly settled.
I looked at the three of them and quietly raised my hand.
“Excuse me…”
All three eyes turned to me at once.
“I have something I want to ask if the solution is done. I know it’s a real emergency, but I really need to ask, so please don’t take it strangely…”
“Yes?”
“Elihu.”
“Yes, Empress.”
“…The hamster I had placed on my head earlier. Do you know where it is?”
In fact, if I find that hamster, namely Lord Semula, this problem can be solved easily.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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