DVMM Chapter 82
<…Moreover, it appears that her massive flow of funds comes from the Rivolain Territory. The exact location is unknown.>
Julion reread the same content to confirm.
Countess Rivolain.
Three years ago, shortly after Julion began overseeing state affairs following the Emperor’s fall, there was an accusation he received in secret.
[It is reported that Liliana Cassian intentionally entangled herself with the County of Rivolain. Please investigate in detail and take appropriate action.
— Erka Rivolain]
Since the only evidence was Erka Rivolain’s testimony, Julion, at that time, couldn’t take any substantial measures.
Formally, he dispatched an investigative team, but they only came back with a report stating that Nartavan Hot Spring was dangerous.
Moreover, Liliana had a good reputation externally.
Even though she was a Lady of Cassian, she was known for taking care of her subjects and treating people equally.
At that time, there were numerous testimonies in favor of Liliana and even speculation about Erka’s mental state due to a series of accidents in the Rivolain family.
Since everyone stood in favor of Liliana Cassian, Julion eventually decided to temporarily suspend the investigation.
‘The source of her funds is the Rivolain Territory, and it dates back three years…’
Julion immersed himself in his thoughts, carefully reading the contents written in the documents.
The fact that something happened to the young lord of Rivolain’s body at Nartavan Hot Springs was a highly confidential piece of information.
Erka had made the accusation in secret because she didn’t want it to be known, and Julion had respected her wishes and kept the whole affair a secret.
‘So it seems she wasn’t able to find out the exact location.’
Information that Rohiriel hadn’t found and the truth behind the past events surrounding the Rivolain.
Julion slowly closed and opened his eyes.
The puzzle pieces scattered in various places seemed to come together as one.
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“Your Highness, where should I place this medicine?”
“On the top shelf, on the far right.”
“Yes, and what about this one?”
I glanced at the emerald-colored potion in Hemion’s hand and pointed to the left this time.
“The third drawer over there.”
“Yes, third. The third one…”
After organizing all the potions, Hemion wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath.
“Your Highness, there are too many potions. It’s becoming difficult to find a suitable place for storage, don’t you think?”
I agreed with Hemion’s words.
I created various potions using plants collected from the Golden Garden and Emerald Palace.
Ointments that rapidly healed wounds, creams that temporarily made the skin as tough as steel, potions granting eight hours of restful sleep and rejuvenation, and potions that quickly recovered fatigue…
The results were exceptional, perhaps due to the excellent and unique ingredients.
I didn’t intend to create these things.
I initially aimed to make something helpful for the Emperor’s illness, but through various attempts, it ended up like this.
Fortunately, the results were not entirely fruitless.
“Sigh… I think it’s done now.”
Having finished the completed potion, I lifted it and examined it under the sunlight from various angles.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no unusual reactions.
“What kind of potion is that? The color is so beautiful!”
Hemion approached with curious eyes.
She always asked questions and showed curiosity whenever a new potion was made; it seemed like the art of potion-making fascinated her.
I smiled faintly as I placed the potion in a box.
“It’s a medicine for the Emperor to consume.”
Upon my response, Hemion widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, does that mean the Emperor will wake up now?”
“I don’t know about that. We’ll have to try.”
“Wow!”
Though I mentioned it was uncertain, Hemion was already excited.
I packed other tools and basic potions into my bag.
“By the way, how’s Zenid?”
“Zenid? Hmm… she doesn’t seem to be doing very well.”
“Yeah, she’s been pushing herself too hard.”
Recently, Zenid had been running around handling tasks for Garnet Palace, especially after I collapsed.
Of course, the really important stuff has been coming up in my line, but she’s already overworked just trying to sort it out.
As a result, Zenid has been unwell since yesterday.
‘I’ll have to make a new medicine for her later.’
I headed out the door, thinking I’d give her another checkup and maybe a new medication that would work better.
“Your Highness, where are you going?”
“To Tishrit Palace.”
The efficacy of the newly completed potion needed to be tested as soon as possible.
This potion was crafted from ingredients that had previously shown a reaction to the Mordheim poison extracted from the Emperor earlier.
Hopefully, it will have some effect.
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“It’s been a while, Princess.”
As I arrived at Tishrit Palace, the Empress welcomed me with a kind smile.
Despite the turmoil caused by Yeffa, her trust in me remained intact.
“Your Majesty, I apologize for not visiting frequently.”
“No, it’s alright. Everyone in the palace knows you’re busy.”
“Everyone has their own busyness. Still, I should have made time. By the way, how is His Majesty doing?”
“Same as always. We apply that black potion every day, but…”
A shadow fell over the Empress’s golden eyes.
She was growing weary as there were no noticeable changes in the Emperor.
Without further delay, I brought up the main topic.
“I’m here today because a new medicine has been completed for His Majesty the Emperor.”
“A new medicine?”
The Empress’s eyes widened.
Unlike Hemion, she calmly inquired, but her inner thoughts seemed to be more turbulent than Hemion’s.
“Yes, it’s extracted from a plant called Sekraim found in the Golden Garden…”
I gave a cursory explanation of the potion and pulled out a mauve-colored potion.
The Empress then took the sash and led me to where the Emperor was.
“When did he consume the tarot?”
To ensure his life could continue even without consuming regular meals, he needed to take Tarot at least once a day.
Seated at the corner of the bed, the Empress replied,
“Not long ago, the assistant chief physician came by.”
“That’s good; I designed it to be taken after Tarot consumption.”
I opened the Emperor’s mouth and checked inside.
His throat was gutted.
It showed traces of using a stem of Nalglon to prevent choking by allowing the medicine to flow into the trachea.
Nalglon, a hollow-stem plant similar to bamboo but with a flexible and slender characteristic, was often used to administer medication into the esophagus when the patient was unconscious.
‘It would have been better if I had made it in vaporizing form or for injecting directly into blood vessels.’
The medicine I made this time had to be consumed orally.
I took out a piece of Nalglon that I had brought separately.
“If you’ll excuse me, then, Your Majesty.”
I gave the emperor, who might or might not be asleep and listening, a short bow.
Then, I pushed the Nalglon into the Emperor’s mouth and ensured it went into the esophagus.
After confirming, I slowly administered the potion through Nalglon. The Empress watched the process, holding her breath.
“…All done. I’ll come every day for a while, Your Majesty. Please observe the reactions closely.”
“I will. Thank you, Princess.”
“No problem.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I reorganized my tools.
The curtains surrounding the Emperor’s bed were drawn again. I bowed to the Empress and asked one thing.
“Your Majesty, I’ve ended up making many different kinds of medicines while doing my research this time.”
“Different kinds?”
“Yes, with various effects. Would it be acceptable if I gave these as gifts to the palace residents?”
The Empress’s eyes widened slightly, then she casually nodded.
“Of course. Since it’s the medicine you’ve created, you don’t need to ask me; you can use it freely.”
“The ingredients were obtained from the palace.”
“You don’t have to ask in the future. Use them as you wish.”
“I appreciate your kindness, Your Majesty.”
Now, I had many medicines to distribute.
It seemed suitable to share them with the palace maids and knights.
“I’ll take my leave then.”
I had just left Tishrit Palace and returned to Garnet Palace.
“Your Highness, we have a visitor.”
Natya was waiting at the entrance, looking quite agitated.
Judging by her expression, it seemed like a matter of some urgency. I briskly walked inside.
As I opened the reception room door, a woman was walking around anxiously, her expression showing signs of distress. Her red hair stood out.
“Countess Rivolain?”
It was Erka Rivolain.
She looked at me and suddenly kneeled in front of me.
“Your Highness, I beg you with all my heart. Please, save my brother!”
“No, Countess. What is this all of a sudden…?”
She had been someone who never revealed her true feelings, even when she came to find me before.
She hadn’t even shown up in recent days, so I had been considering other ways to open her heart, thinking it would take a while.
However, this was too sudden.
In my confusion, as I tried to lift the Countess, droplets of water fell onto the carpet.
The Countess, with her head bowed, was silently crying.
In a voice choked with tears, she spoke,
“My brother is very ill, Your Highness. The doctors who tried to cure him have given up and left, saying there’s nothing they can do, but I can’t give up. Please, please help me…”
