You and me under the world tree

The situation of debris on the ground even made the maids feel that they had come to some kind of messy ruins.

While standing in the ruins, His Majesty the King suddenly turned around, and the scarlet eyes like a beast made the maids take a step back.

Not daring to move, just like a herbivore will involuntarily stop all movements when facing a predator's hunting.

But soon, under their gaze, the fierceness in Siegfried's eyes gradually faded.

He probably wanted to say something, so he subconsciously opened his mouth.

But in the end, he still shook his head.

"You guys... clean up here."

He opened his mouth to speak, and then threw the sword to the ground casually.

Regardless of the opinions of those maids, he just walked into the study.

He lost his mind along the way, and he didn't know what he should think.

So in the end, he just sat at his desk, and what appeared in his mind were the faces of those comrades-in-arms.

"Ragnar, Lagosa, Hevale, can it be that I really can't do anything!"

Could it be that I can only watch them being persecuted in such a way that even the rumors cannot be completely eliminated?

At this moment, a murderous thought suddenly appeared in Siegfried's heart.

He wanted to kill all those rumor-mongers in his kingdom, and use blood to frighten some guys who were just about to move.

But his reason, his hard-won king's reason, told him that he couldn't do such a thing.

Because once he is impulsive, the big plan that has been accumulated all along will completely collapse.

In that huge plan, everyone needs to perform their own duties, and his Siegfried duty is to stand at the pinnacle of the Netherlands.

"Gu..."

He clenched his fists and bit his lips.

"sorry."

'boom'

He slammed his head hard on the desk.

"Really sorry……"

Even though no one would blame him for this aspect at this time, Siegfried could feel the pain that penetrated his heart.

He has the ability to stop it, but for a bigger goal, he can't do it.

Therefore, he can only pin his hopes on others.

He is sorry for those who died in Diffintel, and even more sorry for those comrades who have been fighting with him all this time.

What's more, he once promised Ragnar that he would live a peaceful life.

result……

…………

"Dad! Mom!"

Far away in a small manor that had long been infiltrated by the dark and filthy power of death, the cries of children kept coming.

"Dad! Mom! Pain! Pain!"

On the hospital bed, a child was crying loudly.

Chapter 19: The source of the disease

That child was called Ivar, the eldest son of Ragnar and Lagotha.

In a way, his birth witnessed the founding of what is now the Netherlands.

While the child was still in the belly of Lagossa, the warriors in the abandoned port got Siegfried's aid and claims, and rushed out of the northern seas and landed in the Netherlands.

And when this child was born, the whole Netherlands was in a state of waste, and everywhere was in full swing.

And when he was more than half a year old, the great Lord of Armies ascended the throne in the city of Sky Wrath.

It can be said that as a child, he witnessed the founding of today's Netherlands, and because of the merits of his father's generation, he should have a bright future-if nothing happened.

But now, he had to lie on the hospital bed, making a heart-piercing sound of pain.

"Dad! It hurts!"

The child, who was only half a year older than the nascent Kingdom of the Netherlands, was now suffering from the plague.

Two years old to be exact.

This age is theoretically in the stage of learning.

Although he can simply express his thoughts in words, under the torture of pain, he can only use his immature words to describe his feelings.

"Dad, it hurts..."

The short sentence was like a knife cutting on the father at home.

Warrior Ragnar...

At this moment, he also looked extremely weak, and his pale lips proved his lack of spirit.

Now, he should rest well.

But seeing his family in such pain, how can he rest in peace?

"No pain, no pain, dad is here, son, dad is here."

Lying on the edge of the small bed, Ragnar whispered.

He is just a fighter.

As a father, although he tries his best to learn what he should do.

From scratch, he learned to babysit and to judge the baby's needs from his face.

Even, he could quickly detect the abnormality of the child, and brew a little potion himself according to his performance.

He can do these simple things.

But even so, some things are beyond his reach after all.

For example, the plague, or the so-called "divine power" that even magic cannot fully touch.

After all, he still has no talent at the magical level.

For Ragnar, his understanding of magic is limited to the so-called 'Furious Fury' spells.

Berserk...

This is the only magic he has mastered so far.

But it was clear that the magic wasn't helping his child's pain.

He touched his own limit, but he couldn't help those around him.

Unspeakable despair lingered in Ragnar's heart, and in the end, he had no choice but to pin his hope on another person.

"Your Excellency the Sage..." His voice was hoarse, "Is there really no other way?"

At this time, on the other side, the man in the robe was standing there.

The sage of the Volsung clan.

Perhaps it was because it was already evening at this time, and the sky became dark.

Under that weak sunlight, this man's complexion was gloomy and terrifying.

Under the black hood, his cloudy eyes first looked at Ragnar's weeping face and the red corners of his eyes, and then moved to the child.

The child was still crying, and the pustules on his body had faded quite a bit, but there were still parts.

Also, Hodder can see more than Ragnar can.

With the power of magic, he could even see the child's extremely fragile soul that was entangled and pulled by 'death'.

"No."

Looking at the child who was in such pain, even crying until his voice became hoarse, Hodder made a hoarse voice.

At the moment, he just bit his lip and clenched his leather-gloved hands.

"Ivar is just a child. Both body and soul are too fragile. I have been trying to use magic to slowly suppress and slowly expel this power in his body, but I dare not go too far."

Before, he didn't even dare to do anything to that young guard in Diffintel.

"I can block some of his physical senses and relieve his pain, but most of the pain he feels now comes from his soul."

Violent expulsion or something, the collision of magic and divine power has never been a simple thing.

And a little carelessness will hurt the root, and even cause the soul to be wiped out. This is a taboo field that wizards seldom try.

"I didn't even dare to hypnotize him."

After all, the so-called spiritual comforting magic is aimed at the will as well as the soul.

"Pain is the proof of survival. Although this seems stupid to me, I dare not cast any magic. In case of any conflict..."

If it was normal, Ragnar would probably be happy to listen to his advice.

Because he is a wizard, the magic-related knowledge he knows is an area he has never touched.

In other words, in this regard, he is the absolute authority.

He never had the habit of questioning authority indiscriminately.

But it's different now, he's in a hurry.

"You must have a way, Your Excellency the Sage, you must have a way, haven't you already cured me?!"

Listening to Ragnar's emotional words, Hodder didn't answer immediately.

He just stared at the young warrior.

"You are different."

He didn't speak until he calmed down a little.

"Ragnar, you lived in a place like the northern seas since you were a child, and then became a powerful warrior. Later, you were even able to withstand the load of the berserk spell. This in itself proves that your body and will are extraordinary."

Ragnar was talented, no one would dispute that.

Even Hodder agrees.

However, his talent is not reflected in magic, but in his excellent physical fitness and willpower.

And it just so happened that what was afflicted by the natural disaster and disease sent down by the gods was the body and willpower.

If the willpower itself is insufficient, the soul may soon leave the body.

On the contrary, if the willpower is firm enough, coupled with excellent physical fitness, a character at his peak can fully withstand that kind of violent expulsion.

It's just a little bit painful.

"You are different from this child. He is only two years old, not to mention... he is still a pathogen."

After hesitating for a moment, Hodder still gave this seemingly cruel answer.

"The power in his body is bigger than you can imagine, and it's even almost combined with his soul and body."

Having said that, Hodder didn't even dare to look into Ragnar's eyes.

At this moment, he even just took two steps back a little bit, and then stared out of the window.

This place was supposed to be a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it was specially arranged by Siegfried for Ragnar to live in seclusion.

But who would have thought that this place would become the source of disasters from the gods?

"And now, you also need to rest for a while, because your current body is also very fragile. If you don't rest, you may suffer from some kind of disease in the future."

"How can I rest..."

After hearing the warning from the sage, Ragnar couldn't help but bow his head.

He whispered, his body seemed to relax completely, but then he pounded the ground hard.