Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 186

After meeting the Emperor in the garden, I holed myself up in my room for a while without even going to work, trying to sort out my thoughts.

Ileina, thinking I had fallen ill from the excessive stress of meeting the Empress, had been worried about my health during that time.

Since it was hard to explain my situation, I simply lay in bed, saying I was just tired.

I wanted to escape reality and flee into sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, the vivid memories of the burning apothecary came rushing back, leaving me unable to sleep.

“I tried my best not to act like I knew anything, but…”

The Emperor had ordered the destruction of all books in the empire related to plants or medicinal herbs, terrified that someone might discover the flowers planted in the Empress’s garden were not Mentris but Pimong.

“Now that I think about it, didn’t Healer Herman mention that all his senior colleagues had died one after another due to some mysterious incidents?”

Healer Herman feared the Emperor and his bloodline, Ian, precisely because he suspected his seniors’ deaths were no accidents.

Some had been punished, others had died in apparent accidents—these all happened shortly after the current Emperor’s ascension, leading Herman to believe his seniors had incurred the Emperor’s wrath simply for having served a different Emperor.

But looking back now, it was clear the Emperor had only targeted healers—not other nobles—because he feared they might uncover the secret of the Pimong flower and silenced them accordingly.

Healer Herman felt ashamed of becoming the Imperial Healer despite lacking skill and knowledge, but ironically, that very ignorance was what had kept him alive all this time.

It was already suspicious that the Empress’s personal healer reported directly under Shuri. It made no sense for the Empress’s healer to be under the Emperor’s personal guard instead of under Count Perman, the official Imperial Healer.

“Naturally, Shuri must be involved in all this.”

Shuri McKane, known as “the Emperor’s dog,” had elevated the McKane family from fallen nobility to their current status as counts precisely because he handled all the tasks the Emperor himself couldn’t openly undertake.

When I discovered Grandfather’s book in his study, I suspected him of being behind the apothecary fire—yet deep down, I still hoped it wasn’t him.

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