The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

On June 19, in the fallen land of Mittal, Angelica Sacramenta was running around horses.

Nine days after the Battle of the Hot Bridge, the number had increased rapidly, beginning with pox attacks in all armies, and Angelica had been ordered by the Grand Master Epitaph to deal with it.

The pox is infected by contact.

Because that was common sense, they were to be quarantined in an area of Mittal that had fallen into fold.

Ange was not ordered to treat them, regardless.

deal with the spread of infection.

For that reason, Ange was running around the entire army with several offerings, as a special envoy.

"Hey, you're the one called Coutin"

Angelica, in a certain formation of the Royal Frussian Army, finally searched for the man.

I searched all day, so the sun was going down.

"Yes? Yes, sir."

Coutin was amputating the arm of the wounded rotten at that time.

It was a well seen landscape on the battlefield.

Tied to stop the bleeding, sewed, through the blood. Still no blood color returns, the rotting limbs have to be amputated.

If you don't, rotten blood will take your life.

However, the way it was sutured was cluttered and I didn't think it was a famous doctor.

"Is it true that he was an apprentice of a doctor with acne"

"... from whom?

Cutin looked up at Ange in surprise.

"It's urgent. I want you to come with me."

"I see that you are the princess of the absentee, but what is such a thing is a secret to doctors. I am written a pledge when I leave my master, so if you speak of it, it will be ruined."

If we divulge secrets, we'll probably be charged a lot of money for violating them.

Ange also knew that doctors with a medical profession kept secrets in such a way.

"This doctor made the pledge without me. State your country."

"... although it is papal territory"

Pope's Domain.

I almost blew it out.

"Your quest for wisdom will be made by the archbishop Epitaph Palazzo. Such pledges, any number of which can be invalidated. Don't worry, lend me your wisdom."

"If that's true...... and how much the bounty"

"Can we talk here?

There were soldiers around, listening to something.

Speaking of how many gold coins we have here, this person can no longer stay safe overnight.

"No, then, this is all suture -"

The coutin took the needle and thread and finished the stitching that was about to be done.

The man who was sewn had his mouth covered with a cloth to keep his tongue from biting, but was afraid to take the restraint off and get angry, Kuchin kept it and took on his own luggage-like stuff on his shoulder.

Wash hands with water, but clothes were bloody.

"Well, let's go"

"Uhm. Follow me"

I almost wanted to put him on the horse, but I was hesitant to put a cousin on my horse wearing clothes like he was painted with blood and oil.

There was even resistance to making the people of the offering do it.

The clothes of military doctors are so terrible.

Although it is normal for men on the battlefield to have blood marks on their clothes, in the case of military doctors, it becomes apparent that they have applied blood and grease on top of blood and grease.

"When you're done, I'd like you to break the contract you used to serve in the army, but I'm sure you can speak up."

"Let me tell Sir Kweltz Wellingen. We're going to meet again. Permission to do so on the spot."

"As long as it takes."

"On the way, get dressed. I'm meeting with Heavy Town."

It was a good time to say that the chiefs of the armies had gathered at midnight.

Ange was coming to the tent with a couch that made her change her clothes.

"This is the man."

"My name is Coutin. Unclogged people who have lived in the world. Therefore, I beg your indulgence."

A dressed coutin gave an odd greeting.

No seats are given and they remain standing.

"First, give it to me."

Epitaph Palazzo raised his hand.

A squire, who would be serving the papal territory, brought a leather bag in a basin.

I guess it contains gold coins.

"Make sure. Below is a letter of exemption."

Coutin confirmed the gold coin in the leather bag, as well as the letter under it.

"Sir Kweltz Wellingen, may you release his men from the military"

Ange said.

"Unleash. If this is over, you can go anywhere."

As expected, Kweltz immediately released Coutin from the military.

Coutin will mean a doctor who responds to the recruitment of a kind of special military species, but there is no substitute for as much, and there is no problem whatsoever where one is missing.

Coutin was summoned to this occasion because he had experience training under a pox specialist.

Even so, I am not a specialist in treating pox separately.

There are doctors to prevent acne.

"I may be able to say in front of Lord Epitaph, but I used to get pox when I was a child."

said Ange.

Seed pox, which prevents infection of acne, is a less recommended medical practice for the Casolicas.

There is a scene in the book of Jor, one of the books that constitutes the Scriptures, where God tests the devout believer, where a happy believer named Jor is deprived of all his wealth, suffers from a dermatosis, and still does not abandon his faith.

Jol is so badly struck by God, but the question has been asked whether faith is what he asks of God, that is, whether faith is what he prays for in search of reward and is lost if God does not respond to it, that is, a book that discusses the nature of faith.

Based on that story, the Casolics lined up their reasoning that skin disease is God's test, and that preventing it is an escape from the test.

Indeed, God gave Yor a skin disease, and Yor, an exemplary believer, did not escape from it.

Of the numerous perversions by the Casolicas, this culture is a category that still seems to make sense.

Nevertheless, it is pre-construction, and the church just looks bitter, not forbidden.

In fact, Ange was also a widely administered medical practitioner as she had been inoculated.

Compared to, for example, abortion, for which a ban has been issued publicly, it is not so much an act that frowns.

What's more, seed pox itself is not evil.

Epitaph Palazzo is also trying to recommend, rather than acquiesce this time around.

In the sacred act of crusading, it is more sinful not to do it, if treatment of the pox that hinders its progress is to be improved by seed pox. It was the logic that

As far as the Crusaders are concerned, inoculation with seed pox is not considered an evil practice.

If acne is God's test, I thought this would also be a test for the Crusaders, but Ange hasn't spoken out.

"In short, is seed pox something that anyone here can take? For example, the whole army-"

That was what Ange wanted to hear the most.

Apply seed pox to all armies and you will no longer have to fear the spread of infection from now on.

"Let's not"

Coutin immediately denied it.

"Why is that? I hear that pus used for seed pox is made from patients with pox."

Raw materials are also abundant.

"You're right. No, it was a mistake not to. If you take the time, it's possible."

"How much time do you need?"

"Uhm... before that, I was wondering if you needed to know from the manufacturing process. May I have a moment, please?

Asked, Ange sent a gaze to Epitaph.

"I don't mind. Talk."

Permission granted.

"Then...... First of all, seed pox does make it from the pus of the pox patient. However, where the pus of a pox patient is implanted on the skin of another person, that person also only suffers from pox...... it doesn't mean that much"

Well, that would be.

If not, everything around the pox patients will be tolerable, and there is no explanation for the spread of the infection.

"But if you repeat it, the pus that becomes the vegan of the disease loses its power to make people sick. We will describe this as polishing the pus. Of course, the first polishing patient will develop the same symptoms as they would normally have suffered from acne. Then there's no point in seedpox."

That's all they said, Ange lost half her interest.

It was because later developments could be anticipated.

"Brushing the pus seven degrees completes the pus for seedpox that we call ripe seedlings. However, the symptoms will already be quite weak at this point, so like a normal pox patient, there is no way that the whole body is full of pustules and you can take all the mature seedlings you want. Usually only one pustule can be found in the vaccinated area. We're going to inherit that, so we can't just go from one to ten to twenty. Perhaps the ripe seedlings planted in Her Royal Highness Princess Angelica are the finest between thirteen and fifteen polishes. They say there's a difference around here between where they do best depending on the doctor, but I don't know that far. More than twenty times the pus is brushed, of which the symptoms cease to appear at all, and the overripe mature seedlings lose value. I hear that even if you inoculate yourself with those mature seedlings, you can usually get acne."

Again, is that what you mean......

"The pox takes around ten days for the transplant to show more symptoms. In fact, it was said that it would take around eighty days to polish seven times… it would take a lot of time."

"I mean, just brushing once or twice usually results in symptoms of acne that drain your strength."

Ange said.

"Exactly. Patients who brush once or twice will have pus appearing all over their body and will suffer considerably. Of course, you can die. Patients who brush three to seven times do not often die, but they are still at high risk of becoming flat surfaces. Symptoms appear all over your body in some cases, even more than seven times. If it reaches thirteen times, the symptoms of the whole body will not appear first. And that's why it's the best."

Of course, you can't possibly wait eighty days, etc.

Yuri Howe is trying to destroy supplies.

Had we done this lazily for eighty days, one starvation after another would have occurred and the Crusaders themselves would have disintegrated.

And speaking of eighty days from now, it's already September.

Not to mention, I'm not going to talk to you.

A month from there it is October, and there is still a distance to Sibyak.

There's a fortified city called Kotsuraha pinched between them, so if you wait that far, all the troops can be isolated in extreme cold winters.

Also, even if you issue a decree and call in a seed pox doctor, this will also take decades.

I just called it in, and from what I've heard the explanation, it's impossible to have a mature seedling that can be given to more than 50,000 soldiers.

This one is trying to apply seed pox to keep the health of the soldier warm, so you can't apply seed pox that is no more than seven times polished to make him lose strength.

The transplant that Coutin is talking about will probably presuppose applying it to a healthy body that is sufficiently nourished, so if given to soldiers who are restricting food distribution, the symptoms will sometimes get even worse.

"Do you currently have the mature seedlings?

Epitaph asked.

"I don't have it. I've been broken by my teacher for fourteen years, and I've never been involved in seed pox, as promised."

Well, it's not convenient to have it.

In the first place, specialists who do such work do not serve in war in this way.

"As far as it goes. I know enough. You may go. Take care and go home."

That's what Epitaph says, allowing him to leave.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Coutin bowed his head deeply and left the tent.

"Sounds like you need to be ready."

Epitaph said.

"I thought there might be an easy way to stop the infection on this occasion, but they don't have any of that. We will hurry the march by placing those who are currently suffering from pox on this land."

The generals here are also exchangers.

Everyone will know its nature except some idiot who is leaving everything to someone.

Coutin also mentioned earlier.

I isolated the patients with the pox, and that doesn't make the infection.

He lurks like a seed under the disease and germinates a week to two later.

So where each village is surrounded and quarantined by troops, someone who visited that village a few days ago develops elsewhere.

Where we left the infected in the mitre, there would be new infected people during the march.

So Angelica raised her hand.

"Your Royal Highness Angelica, please"

"I would like to ask the generals who are here, has anyone received any reports of passing through villages where acne is endemic on the way to Hot Bridge?

I waited about ten seconds, but nobody opened their mouth.

"This is important. Think about it."

Angelica repeatedly said so, but no one opened their mouth.

"What does that mean? Do you have any ideas?

Epitaph said.

"Acne is something that usually occurs in the form of one person developing and spreading gradually around. However, this epidemic has occurred simultaneously and repeatedly throughout the army. Remember this first."

"A woman can't be a long story. Let's just conclude, Lord Angelica."

said Alfred, Ange's brother.

"I don't mind. His Royal Highness Angelica's point always shoots at the target. Please talk to me."

Epitaph takes refuge.

For Ange, it was a creepy thing.

"Today is June 19th. You all know that it takes around ten days for pox contact to develop. In other words, you can deduce that it probably occurred here after you crossed the river."

"I see."

"In conclusion, I was wondering if we should consider the possibility of it being a Yuri Howe trap. In other words, those who are currently developing acne used artificially putrefied houses, etc., and also mouthed leftover food, from which they were infected"

That's what Ange thought, because for some reason he was concerned about the food that was left in the village near the Hot Bridge.

"The villages near the Hot Bridge were left with food for all of it. I'm sure some of you have heard reports that each household had a little bit of bread. But there was no flour. Isn't this because you hated being burned in the process of making bread"

"I feared being burned would make it less toxic," he said?

"That's the thing. Even though there was food left in the villages near the Hot Bridge, there is not a single food in this mittal. There really seems to be only a few things left to forget."

"So you're saying this is an artificial operation on the enemy side?

"Exactly."

When Ange says so,

"Unthinkable."

And Alfred said.

"Doing so would make this city unusable for a few years? Do you vaccinate all the mature seedlings and yakitori in order to return the alienated inhabitants? I don't know how much trouble it's gonna take."

It was a foolish, targeted allegation.

"I'm talking about possibilities. What I want to tell you is that, if it were, there could be pus on all of this whole house in Mittal - in the house where there are probably about 30,000 troops camped right now. If that were the case, there would be an explosive increase in the number of infected people starting in ten days."

Even for soldiers, it is decided that they should sleep in the house rather than in a thin formation of curtains stretched out outside the blow, so some troops are in the mitre and resting in the house.

"If Yuri Hou was undergoing scorching to the outskirts of Sibyak, he wouldn't make it in ten days, no matter how hasty he was"

"Then you need to hurry the march."

"Or if it looks like we're going to see what's going on here for ten days and the infected appear… try again at a later date, also the option"

For Ange, to say that was to be brave.

Now that I didn't have the edge, I mean to dissolve the Crusaders, which, needless to say, will be a heavy decision for Epitaph.

Disbanding crusaders with huge sums of money, with little or no harvest from looting, and fleeing back, may in some cases be a decision that means ruin, even in a position as epitaph.

These kinds of decisions are not understood by strangers, even if they can be understood by those who are here.

"That's impossible."

Epitaph affirmed.

"Tomorrow, we will detach the infected and begin the march. If this is God's test, there will be glorious grace ahead of us in hardship"

Yor in Jor's Book was previously given a better fortune as a result of piercing faith even in trials by God.

Come to think of it, there was no way Epitaph would stop the march.

Ange was remembering the madness of the forgotten epitaph.

"We will make the march at full speed a decision of this meeting. The departure is tomorrow morning at 8: 00. Individuals, don't miss out on notifications in time. Now, dissolve."