The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Keho - geho -"

Orasem Hatran was coughing badly in the hospital bed.

Fritz Ronnie had been contacted about his worsening medical condition and had cut up his job and come to Hatran Mansion.

The medical condition is much worse than yesterday. It appeared in Fritz's eyes, as his body's precision had been lost with each cough.

Margery prays without sleeping near Orasem, making the treatment of her father's spitting sputum and more worthwhile.

You haven't slept in a few days, you have a neighborhood in your eyes.

"Mr. Fritz. Let's talk outside."

I was coming to see you, my primary doctor said.

Fritz had a good idea of what the doctors were going to tell him.

Instead, he leaves the room in a sudden, self-defeating mood.

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to cross tonight. I can't apply my hands."

In the hallway a little away from the bedroom, the doctor said.

"Really..."

Orasem was getting our bad cold about a week ago and making it worse.

According to the doctor, the cold is a terrible cough, but it is not a dying disease, but at any rate, the food was thinner with us recently on top of the old body.

If it's a healthy body, it's probably a cold that will heal if left alone, but I guess it's the standpoint that the body won't have it until it's healed.

Fritz felt the same, albeit amateur, feeling.

My body is so debilitated that my heartbeat is going to stop now, but the sickness doesn't look more toward comfort.

Compared to yesterday, the symptoms are worse.

"I fried the cough soothing pills and let them take them, but unfortunately, they won't keep them very long until they recover"

"... thank you. Please, keep this a secret."

"... even to Mr. Belbio?

"Hopefully. You didn't come here today."

Fritz said something unscrupulous.

This doctor is the primary care physician for the Hatran family.

Although not exclusively employed by the Hatrans, Berbio Hatran, the current parent, has a profit connection.

Even if there is something to tell and gain, there is nothing to lose other than buying Fritz's unhappiness.

"Okay. I didn't come here today. I'm just asking you to stop talking to servants."

"Of course it is. It helps."

When Fritz put it that way, he took his wallet out of his pocket and wrapped it up in a considerably larger amount than his original medical expenses, in the sense of including a stopping fee, and gave it to the doctor.

"Give me another gold coin"

But that's what the doctors have said and urged for more money.

………

Fritz felt uncomfortable inside, but took out another piece of gold coin and gave it to the doctor.

"Go ahead."

And, the doctor has given me the wrap of the drug envelope.

"What's this?

When Fritz asks,

"It is a rare medicine, with a strong sedative effect. Drink this and the cough will stop, by the way. Instead, your body gets colder and colder, and in a few hours, you should be dead to sleep without suffering."

Surprised.

It seems more like an euthanasia pill than a poison......

"Are you sure?

"It's not a medicine that leads to the death of a healthy body. Besides, I didn't come here today. Then there won't be a problem."

When the doctor said so, he made a meeting with Pepper and left wearing his hat.

Fritz went back to his bedroom.

"Keho... Keho..."

The effect of the medicine or the cough on Orasem appeared to be less.

Still, I'm not looking any better. Even a sick cannibal like bread porridge can no longer be absorbed.

I stay in my stomach forever, and even if I can't eat it, I throw up.

Humans will die if they don't eat. As a matter of course, if you can't eat it, there's no way the disease is headed toward recovery.

Fritz began climbing the political stairs after being eyed by Orasem at 22. Then there are countless thanksgiving received from him.

That he's about to travel now. I felt harder than when I lost my parents to an epidemic disease.

"Mr. Orasem. From the doctor's point of view, they can't go beyond it tonight."

Fritz honestly pronounced himself dead. Orasem shrugged, but he didn't even lose his personality.

It seemed to Fritz that letting the medical condition pass away hidden, as the mind would do to the infirm, was an insult to his spirit.

"Son of a..."

Margery was informed of her father's death, dropped the basin she had, and put her hands in the form of prayer.

"God, please..."

I guess there is no lie or falsehood in that prayer. But it won't work again.

Fritz, who thinks so, felt a little fed up with pointless prayer.

"Right...... kehhh. What year is this?"

"It's the summer of twenty-two years"

"... well, it's been two years... then it's the same if you die today or a year from now..."

I guess I'm putting my thoughts on lost memories.

I wonder what the perception is. If I came to this day abruptly two years ago, is it a feeling that I am dying abruptly? Or do you remember while giving it away?

For Fritz, who still maintains a healthy consciousness, it was something he couldn't grasp.

"Keho, it's a nasty disease. I can't remember the past few years as if it had taken Kasumi... at this rate it would have annoyed me a lot"

Orasem suddenly seemed to have a clearer consciousness of what the action was.

The tone is restoring clarity.

"That's not true"

"Right. I hope so... gehoggyhoggyhoggy -"

Orasem coughed up again.

"Mr. Orasem, it's better not to talk..."

"Fritz. Do you love Galilee?

Orasem said, suddenly.

"Huh? Well...... yes. I love you."

This was not a lie. Fritz loved his country.

"I hope so...... keho. A politician is a job that you do for your country, when your beloved people tell you you don't need it. Take care of that heart."

The story was about wonder and frizz never being thrown before.

I guess the last thing I wanted to tell Fritz was that it came out at this time.

"Mr. Orasem was a good politician, admired by the people."

The past few years have hidden the scorn, but before that he was a politician who was competent enough and admired by the people.

That is an unmistakable thing.

"Keho... No, the people, they don't love politicians. What the people want is a competent ruler. Geho, what you're looking for is only your ability as a ruler. So once you fail, no matter how much you love your country...... gee ho, they dump politicians, like used rags. I've seen it many times. Gee ho, gee ho -"

It wasn't a pin story. Fritz has also experienced elections in the process of gaining a background (career), but has always been under the asylum of Orasem and has never lost.

Although he had received strong asylum, he did not have to put up an unscrupulous convention at the time of the election, or achieve a realistic convention in a realistic way, gaining the reputation of a competent politician.

I mean, I've never been abandoned by the people, and therefore I'm not disappointed.

"Fritz, be Galilee's beloved ruler. Politicians who stop loving will start using the country for themselves. Gee Ho, when you do, stop being a politician."

"Yes. I'll keep it in mind."

Shortly after chewing on Orasem's words, Fritz said. I couldn't watch Orasem keep talking and coughing.

"That would be nice - gee ho, gee ho!

Orasem, once coughed up, then he coughed hard again and again to see if his sputum was involved.

"Father, hold on"

Margery, Fritz's wife, whispers Orasem's back. I put a thick cloth on my mouth and received a cough.

"Whoo... Damn, that yawning doctor. Doesn't it work..."

Orasem looked at the cloth and said hatefully. The cloth thrown over the poi and futon was adhered to sputum tangled with blood.

"Margery, stay outside."

Fritz said, turning to Margery.

"What, but..."

"Fine. I need to talk to Mr. Orasem about something confidential. I'll call you in a little while."

"Ok......"

And Margery walked out of the bedroom.

"What's going on? What is the story?"

Fritz took the medicine pack out of his pocket and placed it on the side table.

"... the doctor left it. Drink this and they'll stop coughing, by the way. Instead, let your body cool down gradually and sleep in a few hours…"

Die. The word, Fritz couldn't say. I didn't get out of my throat, as if my mouth refused to let that word out.

"I see. In short, you mean the medicine that stops your body from fighting the disease... gee ho"

"I think that's the thing...... what do you do?

Fritz didn't want to recommend it. It was just that Orasem, who was suffering so intensely from spitting blood sputum, was told to keep the plan hidden.

"Oh man, I did a good job at the end."

Orasem, lifting his mouth end and smiling, grabbed the packet and opened the paper, placing the medicine in his mouth, which had become like white powder.

And I took a container like a small water drain and poured it in with water.

"Mr. Orasem......"

When Fritz is stunned by the choice of Orasem,

"I'm sorry I coughed up and couldn't have a proper conversation with my family."

So Orasem laughed.

"Don't tell Margery. I'm tired of suicide."

"I know."

Needless to say, suicide is forbidden in Islam.

I don't think it makes sense for an old man to choose that path to make the end mild, or for a young man to die of heartbreak or something, but Margery, delusional about dogma, won't be able to make a decision around it. You must be very wolfish.

"Nice to see you about that, too. She's just one daughter."

"I know. Must."

"... Okay, now I'm going to die in peace. Get me Margery. I want to talk to you one last time."

"Okay."

Fritz, standing in a round chair, headed towards the door.

"Margery, Mr. Orasem wants to talk to you."

When I opened the door and said, Margery nodded with a sunken face and went indoors.

Fritz was sitting in the hallway, thinking about what was to come.

Margery is a religious man. But Fritz was a politician. Politicians must always consider:

If Orasem dies, the seat of Governor Galileanin and the Commander (Konsl) becomes vacant.

With a mighty enemy named Yuri Howe in sight, in this country, elections had to be held first.