Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246

“That madman!!”

Logan’s thunderous roar shattered the short silence.

Most of the party, lost for words, gazed at him in a daze.

“It’s still morning; it’s not too late. Knight! Send a messenger to stop the massacre!”

“Yes!”

“Change the orders given to the soldiers. Completely quarantine the villages with the outbreak. And gather all the patients in one place!”

“Yes! Understood!”

The decisions were made swiftly within the Rafutan Domain, and the party moved quickly.

But when Logan’s party arrived at the village where the patients had been gathered, they were greeted by the sight of dozens of corpses stretching out before them.

“Be damned, these wretches!”

“They will be punished by the heavens!”

Wails and cries filled the air as villagers mourned.

“And me too, damn you! Oh my heavens……!”

Among them was a woman, embracing her child’s corpse, her face saturated with crimson weeping.

The soldiers, having formed a heavy barrier in front of her, hurriedly stepped aside to let the approaching party through.

“Sir Hamel. The people in the back, who are they…?”

“You! Didn’t you get the order to stop?!”

“We ceased the attack as soon as we received the order.”

One solider, apparently a superior, reported pale-faced to the knight of the Rafutan Domain. However, with the king watching from behind, Knight Hamel drew his sword with a fearsome expression.

Sliiing.

“Disobedience to orders is a grave crime, Gerik.”

“Sir Hamel!”

“Stop!!”

Logan roared, unable to stand the tragic farce in front of him. The soldiers and the knight hesitated.

Haaah.

As Logan sighed, Knight Hamel swiftly prostrated himself.

“My apologies, Your Majesty.”

“His… Majesty?”

“Kneel! His Majesty the King is present!”

With that shout, the atmosphere in the village flipped once again.

“Atten-hut!”

“Lo-loyalty.”

“Loyalty!”

The soldiers and knights, now standing crisply, awkwardly saluted, while the villagers murmured amongst themselves.

“The… king?”

“Why is the king here…?”

“Damn them, they should be punished…”

“Hey, lie down, man!”

Even amidst the sorrow and anger, confused villagers began to prostrate themselves due to the knight’s command, turning the grim scene into chaos.

‘Is it because of the plague, or are they out of their minds?’

Logan, too weary to express his anger any longer, simply walked past the soldiers. As he moved through piles of corpses and weeping villagers, he encountered another horrifying sight.

Those whose faces were only blushed with red were considered in better condition. Skin that had turned bright red with rash spots protruding through, a patient, wheezing heavily, scratched at their skin, causing blood to seep from the cracked flesh.

“It’s hot, itchy.”

More alarmingly, some patients, unaware of their condition, mumbled deliriously as they scratched their wounds. There were even worse cases, with people losing consciousness, blood and foam leaking from eyes and ears.

“Save my mother, please help her!”

A quick-witted, crimson-skinned child ran towards Logan.

“Stay back, child!”

“But, please save her, elder, please!”

A desperate plea from a restrained child, behind whom a woman, presumably his mother, reached out her hand with strenuous effort. It was evident from the blood and pus trickling through her cracked skin that her condition was serious.

“Bishop Ilia, I leave it in your care from here.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Responding to Logan’s words, the clergy stepped forward among the villagers.

“We have come from the temple. Please come forward in order if you have symptoms of the illness.” frёewebnoѵēl.com

The dazed villagers beheld Bishop Ilia in her stark white church robes.

‘What is all this…?’

In a village ravaged by corpses, reeling from a recent massacre accentuated by a plague outbreak, now with clergymen arriving the likes of which they had never seen before, the villagers were understandably at a loss in an unending sequence of bewildering events.

Interpreting their expressions, Ilia spoke again with a gentle voice.

“There will be no further attacks from our soldiers. We are here to heal the plague. Please come forward if you are symptomatic!”

At Ilia’s compelling appeal, the villagers, shaken by the sudden disaster, began to stir. And then, amid them:

“Let’s go, too!”

“But, Sir Gilbert, maybe after the priests have given them treatment…”

“We’re not mages like Sir Gilbert, you know.”

“Hey! Did you forget what His Highness ordered? If we show symptoms, the priests will cure us first. Trust in them! Our mission is the most crucial.”

“Heheh…”

Reluctant healers hesitantly moved into the village. They meticulously verified and documented the known symptoms, allowing the priests to commence treatment. Based on those records, healers would then find methods to alleviate the symptoms, whether it involved herbs or something else. This was a relief effort devised before arriving in Rafutan.