Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 82 – CHOLERA DISEASE HANDLING
That very night, I arrived at the city of Lobos. That would certainly invite some questions about why I was able to get to that place so quickly, but it was not the time to think about it since the lives of hundreds of thousands of people were at stake.
However, this is a rare thing for cholera. In the history of the kingdom only two hundred years ago, it is said that cholera mostly kills the poor people because it should be with the more limited economic level of a person, the level of attention to sanitation is also lower.
That is why cholera disease which incidentally will be more ferocious attack in a low sanitation environment, of course, will attack more among the poor.
But from what I read in Ilene's letter, what happened was completely the opposite. It is reported that precisely the contaminated disease mostly comes from the rich people, whether it is adventurers, mercenaries, nobles, and wealthy merchants.
As soon as I entered the city, as expected, I was not very warmly welcomed here. Even I could hear the gushing sound of the soldier in the back who had just spoken to me while cursing me and saying that he seemed to be going to have to perform the sacred ritual of seven days and seven nights to throw off the new misfortune just stick to him.
I don't understand that at all. Was it to him that I was the source of misfortune that could cause misfortune just by breathing the same air as me? Even my status as a prince that was supposed to make me revered by the royal citizens was defeated by the four sacred temples that blasphemed me with the tyrant's prophecy.
“Hei, Sou is your name? Why are you standing so far behind me? How can I quickly get to the patient's place if you don't drive me properly?”
He was one of the youngest soldiers who apparently could not refute his senior orders so he was the one assigned to escort me while in this city. But what did he do by standing so far behind me? Am I some kind of stinky shit that he's not getting too close to me?
Even as much as the soldiers of the capital hate me, they will not treat me to such an extreme. The soldiers of the northern city were really on another level.
I saluted Duke Rodriguez for a moment before looking at the patients. Unexpectedly, he was a friendly grandfather. He even scolded his soldiers who had been rude to me and actually treated me like a human being. I was immediately touched by Grandpa Rodriguez's wise attitude, no, Grandpa Glenn, with just that one meeting I had with him.
But for whatever reason, I felt Grandpa Glenn's strange gaze on me. It was the look of a person who felt guilty.
After greeting Grandpa Glenn, then I met the patients who I suspected had contracted the cholera outbreak based on the symptoms that Ilene reported to me. But how shocked I was by the sight of what I had witnessed at once in the midst of the terrible condition of the patients who had to endure the vomiting and diarrhea that continued to hit their bodies.
The members of the holy temple forced the patients to be near the holy fire on the grounds of the ritual exorcism.
Apparently, reports about the emergence of Angele, the witch plague that is told in history as the cause of the destruction of the ancient empire before the establishment of the Kingdom of Meglovia as one of the former territories of the ancient empire, managed to reach the ears of the scheming nobles then use it to create rumors.
It is only fitting that people be afraid of me and look at me with disdain along the way. And it also ended up explaining about Grandpa Glenn's guilty expression to me.
“The tyrant has finally brought the witch with him and brought this evil curse disaster to the kingdom that began in our beloved Lobos City! Let my brethren, we pray to the holy fire that the hero will soon appear to eradicate the evil tyrant and his followers to his roots. Let us also pray that all of you who suffer the curse of the evil witch of the tyrant can be immediately healed by the warmth of the holy fire!”
“Hey, what are you doing to sick patients?! They need a break, but why are you bringing them so close to the fire that they can make their condition worse?!”
I'm free in speaking. Of course, what I mean is that carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide gas released during the combustion process can be inhaled by patients who can make their body resistance lower which of course will result in higher the chances of death of these patients.
However, my words were immediately interpreted as heretics by the members of the holy temple. No, even ordinary citizens immediately joined in shouting at me as a heretic who denounced the figure they worshipped. Instantly I was about to deal with the internal department of the sacred temple heretic if it wasn't for Grandpa Glenn helping me.
However, the consequences of mistakes remain. In the midst of not much time where the death toll continued to fall in logarithmic numbers, I instead had to be cooped up in this cold cell all night.
Just overnight I was in that cell, reportedly the number of deaths had increased by about three hundred people which caused the casualties to now reach over a thousand people.
Thankfully, Grandpa Glenn and Sister Tius immediately supported me from behind the scenes so that I could begin my treatment of this disease. Although the eyes of the members of the sacred temple continued to watch over me with an uneasy look, but it was not the time that I noticed that.
I did a fairly simple treatment, namely by infusing liquid substitutes body fluids while drinking special water made from a mixture of salt water and sugar to prevent them from further dehydration.
I also ask the members of the holy temple to continue to perform the healing treatment with their holy fire magic every certain period of time to improve the physical endurance of the people who contracted the plague.
As a result, the number of deaths also decreased drastically and it was seen that the condition of the patient was no longer too worrying. For a moment, we can be relieved.
Unexpectedly, after seeing the success of my treatment, not only the ordinary citizens, but also some members of the holy temple themselves spoke to me enthusiastically and no longer looked haughty and condescending, he said, instead they admitted their admiration for my brilliant treatment.
Well, although of course still more than those who think of the colot and actually think that this is part of my strategy to mislead their beliefs. But that's okay, obviously everything is starting to go in a direction that's more in my favor.
I also explained to them about the concept of the restoration of the holy fire itself. It increases the vitality of the cells in the body so that it recovers faster. However, what causes cholera as it happens today are specialized bacteria.
Recovery using holy fire magic in the usual way will only restore the body cells damaged by bacteria. But in fact, the bacteria that cause cholera does not damage cells, but rather interfere with the performance of the function of certain parts of the intestine so that treatment by relying only on absolute holy fire magic will not give effect. That's what makes their holy fire magic seem to not work on cholera.
However, this is not over. The treatment I was given was only preventive. If the source chain of infection is not immediately broken, then one day the victims will still run out of body fluids and eventually drop and die.
The source of the transmission of cholera bacteria into the body of the patients must be found immediately.
