From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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It rained for two days.

And before the rain stopped, the first shooter appeared.

‘I'm glad to hear that. ’

It was one of Ralph's teenagers.

"You said you're good with herbs, right? Why are you doing this? ”

Ralph picked up a squad member himself and came looking for me. "

It was a quiet afternoon.

It was still a simple day of making medicine and lighting campfires in the rain.

So for two days, I didn't panic.

“Lay him down.”

“Ugh. It's cold. Commander.”

Tuck your chin.

The tent is full of steaming air, but not this soldier.

“Come to your senses. ”

I look into the soldier's eyes, grab the ball with my hands, and press it to open my mouth.

Tooth care is a mess.

I smelled black discolored teeth and bad breath.

I could see the ceiling turning blue.

‘It's the middle stage. ’

There's no rush. I took out the pills I made.

And cut it in half.

“Bite.”

Put his chin in the mouth of a rubbing soldier, and he bites it tightly.

“Somebody clean him up. You're soaking wet.”

I was in the rain.

Rain on your patients.

The pole and freckles came to dry me.

“Ugh. This tastes · · ·. ”

Good pills are for your mouth.

Immediately, the soldier's pupils are loosened with a dazzling aura.

“Sleep well. ”

I sat beside him, speaking. I had to watch the progress a little longer.

I've seen a lot of things about the medicine I made, whether it works or whether it reacts to this soldier's body.

“What did you give me? ”

Ralph asks from behind.

“Blessings.”

I wasn't joking.It's the name of a drug I made to stop a disease called the curse.

The White Devil was a poison of some kind.

Originally, you should be exposed to grass that only grows in snow-covered mountains for a long time.

And the White Devil is called the Curse.

The pharmacist who made this medicine named it "Blessing."

"Curses, blessings, and funny names."

Of course, it's no fun until this disease and this drug comes out.

"Oh, my God."

I hear someone talking about the condition of the soldier.

The soldier's fingers begin to be pinched with white frost.

Believing in God is called faith.

It is to pray that we believe that we are there even if we do not exist or are invisible.

Of course, there are gods who actually exert divinity.

But not this way.

Rather, it is indigenous faith. Only the people in this part of the world believe in this fictional god.

Only some tribes in the snow-capped mountains call them gods.

In addition, people in one area called the native faith "devil," not "God."

“The White Devil. ”

It was not because of the curse that your letters were written.

It was Digo who recited it.

He backs away and shouts.

“Back off!"

I ignored that. I couldn't blame Digo for shaking his head.

The White Devil's curse, which I think is a disease, is highly contagious.

If only one person is infected in that area, the next day they both show the same symptoms.

And when you die and become a corpse, it becomes uncontrollable from then on.

“Chris!"

Digo shouts. Lind looks at me anxiously.

“We have to burn it alive. ”

“What?"

Ralph blinks at Digo's words.

He grabs Digo's collar.

“Say that again. Son of a bitch.”

Digo was right. A curse called the White Devil must be burned and killed immediately.

At the moment of death, the contagion spreads more fearfully.

“Let go of this. Commander Ralph, that's a curse. Burn it now or suffer the Devil's wrath. ”

"Come on, I wonder if you'd say the same thing if all your front teeth were broken."

If someone you don't know hears about it, it sounds crazy.

Burn people alive.

Easy for you to say.

All I know is that there are only people in this part of the world who have been possessed by the White Devil.

Ralph tries to swing his fist, and the axe grabs him by the arm.

“Hook.”

Once a strong nostril, he pulls Ralph's arm in.

"Shit, Chris. Your unit is a hobby of the South Pole?"

Ralph gives you a lot of strength in your forearms. However, the axe was not easily shaved.

“We need to do it now. ”

Digo sprinkles his hands around his neck.

“Or everyone here will die. ”

Lind listens to that and asks Digo.

“Explain what you're talking about. ”

“Drop Captain Chris now! ”

You hear Digo scream.

It contains the despair of piercing the sound of the rain pouring out.

Lind hurriedly approached me.

"Chris, come here."

No matter what happened, Lynd noticed the seriousness of the situation.

He grabbed my arm.

“Wait.”

I ignored the situation behind me.

I'm sorry, but this soldier is in trouble.

I calmly observed the soldier's condition.

Frostbite on the finger was young, but the spread of the body is slow.

There are three stages to this bottle.

Slow, intermediate, and fast.

The stage can be seen by checking the condition after the onset.

If you're lucky, it starts at a slow stage, and if you're unlucky, it starts at a fast stage.

The fast step only takes a day.

Only once a day or night changes and freezes to death.

The current soldier is in the middle stage. And at the rate it was going, I was sure.

‘The medicine worked. ’

If there is a problem, "Blessing" is definitely a cure for this disease, but it takes time.

A battle between frostbite and soldier strength.

There was no time to recover due to various causes, including body quality.

But it was for the best.

“Chris!"

Lind called me out loud again.

“Wait.”

I cut open the Red Herb Leaf and shoved it in the soldier's mouth.

“Fuck you.”

“Sherry.”

Good pills are for your mouth.

Still, the soldier chews it quietly.

He listens well even though he's half-sane.

“Madness!”

Digo shouts when he sees it.

If he sees this as a curse and not a disease, he'll freak out with his hands.

I understand. That's what this curse is about.

I got up.

The White Devil is a slow killing sickness caused by addiction.

The poison spreads grass in the snow-covered mountains.

The grass grows long and withered when it rains, spreading poison around it, but few people know about it now.

But only if you knew.

We can harvest the grass, soak it in water, and make poison.

I was able to draw a large picture of how PalmMoon made this poison and spread the disease.

"Ralph, stop it."

Digo tries to make his move with fierce eyes.

Ralph grabs his tail.

“If I don't get this straight, you're really screwed today. ”

“Captain Chris. ”

Digo bites his molar tightly and calls me.

As you can see, I know.

“The White Devil? ”

The pole opens. I know a few people, but it's not weird.

With the exception of me and Lynd, there's going to be quite a lot of drafted soldiers around here.

And in this part of the world, the White Devil is synonymous with an indestructible death.

"You know, you really have to burn it alive. Or they're all really dead."

The bewildered pole says. The pupils tremble without rest.

“Then why is the curse · · · ·. ”

The pole mutters to itself.

“Stay with me and speak straight! ”

Ralph shouts ferociously.

“Digo, explain. ”

I opened my mouth.

“This is more urgent. ”

Digo was about to burn the soldier's body right away.

“Explain yourself first. If you don't, I can't stop Ralph from cutting your head off. What you're doing right now is hypothetical. ”

“What the fuck does it matter! ”

Digo ignores it and tries to reach out to the soldier. Ralph looks at it and puts his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Don't you know the White Devil? Oh, the curse of the snow-capped mountain?"

Ralph's body stops, muttering behind the pole.

It's called the White Devil. It's famous around here.

But curses, including snow-capped mountains, are famous throughout the continent.

A wandering mercenary would never know.

"That's, uh, that's, uh, that's, but what's wrong with being cursed?"

Ralph thinks long and mutters if he remembers anything.

“That's right."

The pole agreed.

“It's real? ”

There are many lies and false rumors in the world.

Ralph mutters and Digo tries to step off again.

Behind the pole, someone comes in from the entrance to the tent.

He was one of Ralph's teenagers with a soldier on his back.

“Commander, he's down, too! ”

Second in line.

At this rate, things would have happened to other troops too.

“You can burn all your tents with a big snout. ”

Digo said.

“Don't. ”

And then I said, My nose stopped like this or like that.

“Lay him down first. ”

I took the soldier I brought.

There was no loss of consciousness, no blue spots on the ceiling.

‘Slow pace. ’

Even if you leave it like this for a day or two, you won't die.

It's better if I treat it beforehand, and I have the medicine I made for it.

I took out the blessing and cut it in half.

“Fuck you.”

“Yes? Yes. ”

Your limbs may be weak, but your jaw moves well.

I quickly chewed up a potion of filth.

“This tastes good. ”

"Yes, I know. I'm not giving it to you to taste good."

“Don't swallow. Lie down in your mouth. ”

It is the moment when he lies beside a fallen soldier.

Tak.

Digo slams down and grabs the spear.

And aim for the spear.

“If we stop them, we will fight. ”

I wondered why Digo was so sensitive.

“Digo.”

“Chris, the White Devil is no joke. ”

“You have experience. ”

In fact, I can see the desperation of those who have experienced the disease.

Seeing the pupils shaken by my words, I was able to speak again.

“You'd know if you had any experience. Not everyone's curse is the same. ”

Even though it is so contagious, it is not contagious to some people for some reason.

In my previous life, my teacher called this a problem of human nature.

“Are you going to spread the curse at an uncertain rate? ”

Anything you say won't work easily.

“We have to burn them all. ”

I spoke with confidence based on blind faith.

Ralph is frozen, and Lynd and the axe are silently watching the situation.

I swooped in front of Digo.

You don't have to take the hard way.

I didn't have to talk every word through persuasion.

“Got it, Digo. ”

My acting is always the best. I show my palm to agree with Digo.

Sometimes, a small gesture of the hand distracts a person.

Especially if you're close.

“Chris!"

Ralph shouts from behind.

Ignored and approached Digo.

I'm glad someone knows how to defeat the curse.

I took a step closer as I spoke.

Digo opens his mouth with noticeable relief.

“We've got to get him on board. ”

I felt like I was being obsessed with something.

The kid's got a pretty good life.

“Digo.”

I put my hand on Digo's shoulder.

I was able to get close enough.

“Cree · · · · ·. ”

And I punched him in the stomach before he could say anything.

Boom!

“Unh!”

The lower back folds in half and the head drops.

I slapped his neck with my bare hands.

Boom!

“Chug!”

With two words groaning, Digo's body collapses.

"I'll break my nose if I fall like this."

You support the collapsing digo on your knees and lay him on his side.

“· · · Isn't that what the person who hit you should say? ”

Lind mutters from behind.

“Anybody got something to say? ”

I asked.

“Still the curse · · · ·. ”

That's something I want to take care of.

It's the worst way to convince a person every day.

When are you doing that?

Trust is always something that can only be seen clearly.

One action is better than a hundred words.

"Nose bump, go tell Captain Canneruck. The barracks are cursed."

Tell me a hundred times that you can break the curse.

This is a duel between a story based on faith that has been here for decades and the story of the fifteen young soldiers.

Of course, I've made quite an achievement, but this is a separate matter.

A curse is an invisible entity called the White Devil, a superstition.

There is no magic word that can be broken in a heartbeat.

Instead, there is magical behavior.

Show them you're healed.

I have medicine. I have a sickness.

It wasn't hard to prove.