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nThe biggest problem right now was that about one day had already passed since Barbara collapsed.

nThey had to prevent the disease from spreading. Immediately.

n“Oh…sister…how can this be…”

n“It’s worse than I thought.”

n“…Barbara…”

n“Paimon thinks it’s out of our abilities to try and help her…Sadly…”

nJean’s group that came to Barbara’s private room groaned when they saw the state of Barbara’s body.

nBarbara’s body was drying up due to diarrhea that was leaking outside her body without pause.

nIn just one day her skin was dangling like an old woman. Her beautiful face was covered with deep wrinkles.

nDiarrhea that was accumulated in a bucket next to her bed looked like water that was colored white after being used to wash rice.

nIt was undoubtedly the typical symptom of Cholera, just like in Yomite’s knowledge.

n“Sister…Don’t…look…plea…se..kill me…”

nBarbara weakly murmured, pausing multiple times between each word, having no strength left.

nJean was looking at her sister as if she was in a trance.

nHow would they even be able to help her?

nShe looked beyond saving.

nAnyone present could tell it was too late…

n“Grand Master Jean…” Yomite said but didn’t get a response.

nMaybe death would be mercy to free her from her suffering.

nJean’s gaze simply remained anchored on her weak, dying sister, laying on her deathbed.

nWhat could she do to help?

nIt was already too late.

nShe was completely powerless…

n“Jean Gunnhildr!” Yomite raised his voice because he felt like Jean wouldn’t snap out of it unless he did so.

n“…Yes…?” Jean woke up from her dazed state and placed all of her hopes on him.

n“I know your sister is the main objective, but we need your help elsewhere. Leave it to us.”

nHearing him, Jean turned serious and replied, “Please, tell me what to do!”

n“Gather everyone who has come into contact with Barbara as soon as possible. After that, please give the order so no one drinks unboiled water or eats any raw ingredients from now on.”

n“Understood!”

nFor a maiden whose beauty would even shame the flower, there would be no greater humiliation than looking like this.

nUgly skin like that of an old woman, diarrhea that continued to shamefully leak like a fountain from the anus.

nJean was heartbroken but there was nothing she could do here.

nShe would only get in the way.

nShe softly whispered, “You are going to be fine…” And stepped out of the room.

nThe immense shame that Barbara was feeling drove her to wish for suicide immediately, if possible.

nShe was going through hell.

nWhat’s more, right now, there were two more people and a weird flying child that saw her in this terrible condition.

nEarlier it was the maids, then the nuns of Favonius, now her sister and some strangers.

nShe was too tired to even open her eyes fully and could only make out silhouettes but she knew from their voices that they weren’t maids nor workers.

nShe really should just kill herself. This much shame was way beyond her.

nThere was a female doctor sitting in the corner of the room with an expression that looked to be half in resignation.

nShe tried every medicine but nothing helped.

nShe couldn’t save her, so she gave up and just sat there.

n“Get out!”

nYomite drove her away from the room before he clasped Barbara’s hand firmly.

n(A doctor must never show any expression of resignation in front of his patient. Because if the doctor gives up, and the patient gives up, then she has no fighting chance. The last thing she **ing needs to see is your desperate face, dumbass.)

nFirst he had to make sure that it was actually Cholera, and not a different disease.

n(The illness is a problem to figure out, what should I say?)

n1. The patient might have Corona!

n2. The patient might have Ebola!

n3. The patient might have Cholera!

nHe had not used this ability in a long time, and as always, the answers were there, and now he was sure that it could be Cholera based on the choices that appeared.

nHe reached out his hand and pressed the Cholera option.

nThe next moment, he saw another icon pop up.

n1. THE WORST CHOICE

n2. THE AVERAGE CHOICE

n3. THE BEST CHOICE ✔️

n(That’s great…Looks like I was right.)

nHe was essentially abusing the ability that was supposed to be used for something entirely different.

nHe learned before that he couldn’t use it more than twice a day, but it was still an amazing ability he shouldn’t forget to use once he hit a roadblock he couldn’t overcome by himself.

n(Then the next thing…What is her state? I want to know.)

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nName: Barbara Pegg (Gunnhildr)

nAge: 15

nTitle: Deaconess of Church of Favonius

/Self-proclaimed Idol

nHobby: Singing

nLikes: Spicy Food

/Drinks

nDislikes: Life, Anything bitter, Herself

nDream: To feel alive. To be better than her sister in at least one thing

nCurrent mood: Tired

/Depressed

/Fatal

/Suicidal

nRelationship Level: ?

nState of Relationship: None – Nothing

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nJust then, after he read through the dreadful message in her status, he noticed that Barbara’s mouth slightly moved, and Yomite’s gut feeling told him something bad was about to happen.

n“No you don’t!”

nHe forcefully opened her mouth and placed two of his fingers inside, resting them on her tongue.

nLike this, he gained himself multiple bite marks.

nLumine and Paimon were shocked by his behavior, “Ugly Tattoo! Now is not the time for your antics!”

n“What are you doing…Party leader?”

nYomite just ignored their comments and looked Barbara straight into her eyes.

n“You will not suicide on me…What would your sister do…Dumbass.”

n“Suicide!?” Paimon shrieked with a face of horror.

nLumine was in a similar state. She would never think that Barbara would try to end her life.

nHow could Yomite tell?

nWhile Barbara’s vision was hazy, she could still feel how intent this person was on saving her.

n“Ugh…”

nHowever, she was resolute and fed up with everything. She bit down on his fingers harder.

nJust as he suspected, she wanted to bite off her tongue to end her life.

nThe pain she was feeling right now must have been too much for her to handle, so she wanted to end it swiftly, to finally rest after being subjected to a terrible Illness like this.

nYomite couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain and stress she must have been currently feeling.

nStill clasping her hand and ignoring the pain, he whispered, “It’s okay, it’s okay…you will get through this… Trust me, I won’t let you die…Just relax, we will take care of you and cure you. I promise. Everything will be better.”

nHis gentle words triggered something inside of her and soon after, she started silently sobbing.

nFeeling that the pressure from her teeth on his fingers had disappeared, Yomite was glad but still rested his fingers on her tongue to make sure it wasn’t just a fake attempt to deceive him.

n(This almost turned into a ** show…)

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