Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 106

“Heirlooms were found at Healer Memelt’s house.”

Ian, visiting the Medical Bureau after a long absence, brought me good news. Or perhaps, for someone, it was dreadful news.

After all, we had just revealed that a family’s corpses had been desecrated and mutilated, that the illness afflicting those who couldn’t awaken was tied to savage ancient shamanism—and yet, there was no known cure. The culprit had been caught, yet there wasn’t a single piece of joyful news.

“Now that heirlooms have surfaced, he can’t deny it anymore. Did he surrender quietly?”

“At first, I heard he caused an absolute uproar. He claimed to have close ties with high-ranking nobles and threatened that if they knew how he was being persecuted, they wouldn’t stand idly by.”

“To be so brazen even while knowing his actions caused so many deaths—that man is truly something. So, did name-dropping those nobles actually work for him?”

“Of course not. The very nobles he bragged about were among those who suffered the worst losses this time. Although the special ingredient in his vitality elixir hasn’t been officially disclosed yet, word has already spread quietly. Even those who didn’t fall ill are furious they’d consumed his medicine. He won’t escape execution. Besides, what use is name-dropping when faced with His Imperial Majesty the Emperor’s decree? He’s quiet now—probably resigned to his fate.”

I nodded. He’d flaunted noble connections to wield such arrogance, only to meet such a hollow end.

“So, did he finally confess everything?”

“Your deduction, Jane, was nearly correct. He admitted he knew the special ingredient might unsettle someone, but since its efficacy was undeniable, he felt he had no choice. Later, as grave patrols tightened and grave robbers could no longer supply him, he even began procuring the ingredient himself.”

Apparently, Healer Memelt truly believed the recipe he’d learned from his master possessed extraordinary potency. His medicine gained immense popularity after Viscount Raven’s young consort became pregnant—but even that turned out to be a lie.

It wasn’t the Viscount who impregnated her but his son-in-law. Thus, the supposed efficacy of his medicine was nothing more than an illusion.

It was a situation funnier than any farce. Had no lives been lost because of this affair, I might have laughed heartily myself—mocking everyone involved as fools.

Yet, even if the nobles who remain unconscious were duped by a charlatan healer, their gullibility hardly warranted death.

I recalled Count Perman quietly organizing books in the cramped Medical Bureau, looking utterly despondent.

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