"Thank you so much for coming! Please save the people of the territory!"
"N-no. Get up."
Raymond shook his head in bewilderment.
But it wasn't just the boy lord.
The darkened people fell to their knees in front of Raymond!
"Please, please let us live."
"Heuk. I-I don't want to die."
"Uwaah."
Soon the grounds turned into a sea of sobs, and Raymond clenched his fists as he listened.
'Can I do this?'
Honestly, he didn't know if he could or not.
He didn't even know what the plague was yet.
But he bit his lip.
'I'll figure it out, one way or another.'
So that no one dies in vain.
He was a healer, responsible for saving human life.
Raymond vowed.
***
Then, on a mountain overlooking the Lanton territory.
The mastermind of the plot, the white-suited man known as White Sox, grinned wickedly.
"The burning is about to begin?"
"Yes, it looks like they'll be burning the territory soon."
"Pfft. Foolish bastards, not knowing that's what we want."
White Sox let out a low sneer.
"They have no idea that this is not a plague."
Unbelievable!
There was no plague going around the Lanton territory right now?
"There's no way those ignorant Houstonians will recognize it. They'll be too busy freaking out and burning down the estate."
"This Lanton estate is only the beginning. We're going to be traveling all over the Houston kingdom, spreading this 'fake plague'."
White Sox said in a pleasant voice.
"The Houstoniwnd won't even realize it's a fake plague, and they'll burn countless territories with their own hands. They'll be in trouble before the war even begins."
This was the substance of Archduke Berard's plot!
The ignorant Hustonians would panic and burn countless territories with their own hands, crumbling before they could fight back in confusion and fear.
'So it is, Archduke Berard. That you have come to power after slaughtering your enemies with all manner of horrors, and have come up with such a brilliant plan.'
He was admiring him.
A servant ran up to him, his face full of urgency.
"A figure has just entered the Lanton estate. It appears to be Baronet Penin!"
"Baronet Penin?"
White Sox looked slightly surprised.
Raymond Penin, the man who had scuttled so many plots.
The only man Archduke Berard cared about.
"It's all right."
"But?"
"There's no way he'll be able to see through this plot, unless he knows alchemy."
Alchemy.
A strange word, White Sox thought.
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Fantasy*Do not vote on any chapters. If there are any mistakes, comment where it is and I will fix it. One day, a miracle happened. [You have awakened as a player!] [Job: Surgeon] The medical arts of a place called Earth have taken up residence in the body...
