I halted my breath at the sight I had never seen before.

Green smoke was drifting all around Susan’s body.

‘Everyone else had red spots. Why is Susan the only one with green? It’s my first time seeing it move around, not gathering in one part.’

Morashinsia, as the divine liquid of the healing goddess, allowed me to see everything I wanted to see without missing out on anything blood vessels, organs, bones, muscles.

It used to let me know where and what the problem was.

How would I, who am not a doctor, know anything without it?

This time, everything was different.

The eyes of the goddess remained silent, and I was only guessing based on my short experience.

‘There’s no feeling of danger that I felt from the red spots. Does it mean Susan has no illness? How can that be?’

Even at this moment, the green smoke was floating leisurely like a calm fish.

Except for that, every part of her body was perfectly normal.

It was absolutely impossible. It was a really strange situation.

“Susan, you said you’ve been sick since childhood?”

“My grandfather tried everything, but we don’t even know the name of the disease.”

“You seem to be interested in medicine.”

“I wanted to cure myself. No results so far, though.”

“Have you become healthier than before?”

“I wish… but I still faint suddenly while usually feeling fine.”

“May I ask what it feels like?”

Susan, who had been lost in thought for a moment, slowly opened her mouth.

“It feels like wind is blowing inside my body. Sometimes it comes slowly, other times it rushes in like a storm. When the wind starts, I suffer from a high fever and then lose consciousness.”

“Do you feel such a sign usually?”

“Not at all. That’s why it’s scarier.”

“That’s really scary. And it’s strange not even to know the name of the disease.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I heard that Douglas always read books to Susan. He started writing novels because of Susan, didn’t he?”

As he took off his monocle, he subtly changed the subject.

Susan seemed happy to recall a pleasant memory.

“Yes! Listening to my brother’s stories was the most fun thing in the world.”

“Douglas wasn’t interested in medicine, was he?”

“My brother was more interested in theology.”

“There were many devout Morashinsia believers in the Duke of Nettleton’s family, weren’t there?”

“That’s why the first emperor gave them the divine liquid, which is said to contain the grace of Morashinsia. To me, it just looks like an old pair of glasses.”

Indeed, the Nettleton family had a deep connection with Morashinsia.

The third reason I visited Susan today was because of that.

It seemed natural at first glance that researchers in medicine would worship the goddess of healing.

On the other hand, it was strange that those in science were deeply religious.

Looking at Susan, she didn’t seem to have much interest in faith, did she?

‘The first divine object was in the chapel of the Duke’s mansion. There might be a hint to the second divine object here too. Douglas might know something.’

I revisited the original story, which I had forgotten for a while.

“Claudia, hugging Susan’s body, shed hot tears. Douglas prayed day and night in the chapel, as if he would not admit that Susan couldn’t be revived even if the goddess descended.

When Douglas’s prayer stopped, a fire soared in the chapel.

It was the moment when the noble scriptures and divine objects sleeping in the Duke’s mansion turned into a handful of ashes.”

The details of the sentence would be different, but it was definitely that kind of content.

It was clear that this mansion had the secrets of Morashinsia sleeping in it, apart from the first divine object.
‘Should I ask Douglas? I need to keep as much distance as possible…… I can’t give an excuse either.’

Just then, Susan patted my shoulder.

“I found the content you were looking for in this book.”

“Ah. Are you talking about the restorative for His Highness the Crown Prince?”

I ordered a children’s nutritional supplement from Susan.

I wondered if it would be helpful for Franz, who was smaller than his peers.

I wrote in the invitation that Susan had developed a recipe exactly according to my wish.

“It is said that herbs might be better for physical enhancement and growth development than medicinal herbs.”

“Herbs?”

“I searched my grandfather’s records and found a rare herb shop. When I checked, it was still open.”

“Thank you so much! As expected of Susan, you’re the best!”

I hugged Susan around her neck.

At my enthusiastic response, Susan seemed both pleased and flustered.

‘I might be able to find that man. Boris the farmer, a colleague of Claudia! I had no idea how to find him but now I see a light. The original work did not even specify a precise location.’

I planned to bring Claudia’s colleagues from the original work over to my side one by one.

My abilities alone were not enough.

I had to make the most of my memory as an avid reader.

Moreover, Boris was a character who would accomplish a great feat in the future.

I might have found a top priority candidate to acquire, thanks to Franz and Susan.