Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248

The case where the plague was quickly suppressed just by burning the bodies and taking some measures.

Surely, in a past life, there had been such an incident.

“Damn. If only I had paid more attention back then, I might have remembered another method.”

But it couldn’t be helped.

The story was too distant from the regions where Logan was active, and he thought it was irrelevant to Grandia, so he didn’t give it much heed.

“At least I’m fortunate to remember this much.”

Therefore, there was only one path he could choose.

“Your reasoning is convincing. Fine. Burn all the bodies of those who died of the plague.”

While cremation was a funeral practice in the wider continent, in the kingdom, burial was the most common method unless there was a special reason.

Burning at the stake was one of the methods of execution for committing great crimes, so there was a perception that cremating the dead was disrespectful to them.

“There may be some resistance.”

“Accept it and carry it out. It’s to stop the plague.”

“…Yes.”

“Also, when burning the bodies, burn the deceased’s personal belongings as well. If we say it’s to honor the dead rather than an insult, the resistance will lessen.”

Upon these further instructions, Gilbert’s eyes widened.

When the emergency meeting in the barracks ended and people from the relief team returned to their positions, Gilbert cautiously asked Logan.

“Have you heard such a thing before?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Well, I was going to suggest burning the belongings of the deceased, but you mentioned it first.”

“…Is that also because of this germ?”

“Yes. This germ is something invisible to human eyes….”

“Ah, explanation is enough. Are you saying that the orders I’ve given will help suppress the plague?”

“Yes.”

“That’s sufficient then. But, is there any other measure besides burning the bodies? It seems like the priests will reach their limit soon, and if this continues, deaths will start occurring.”

“I’m sorry. We will do our best to develop a cure quickly.”

“Medicine. Medicine, huh…”

As priestly healing was quite expensive, commoners mostly relied on herbs and folk remedies. And the group that compiled these methods to research and deduce the effective ones was known as the Healer’s Guild.

Their name became familiar to the public in the current times, and in about 20 years, they would be recognized as trustworthy.

The people’s hope of not having to rely solely on the priests supported them.

However, many still considered them nothing more than charlatans imitating priests.

‘What if I support them now?’

Though the thought crossed his mind, a skeptical conclusion came quickly.

He had neither the capability nor certainty of the effect right now.

Shaking his head to rid himself of such ideas, Gilbert’s response became even sterner.

“We will certainly develop an effective medicine. Please trust us.”

“Ah, yes. Do your best. And if you need support, let me know. I’ll provide it.”

“Ah… Th-thank you.”

Gilbert flinched at the formal response.

“…Is there anything you need right away? If so, speak. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to quickly suppress the plague. I’ll greatly commend any help.”

“…Then, might I have access to the temple’s records?”

“What?”

“I wish to examine the records about the plague 70 years ago in Restabum. Comparing the current situation with our guild’s records might accelerate the development of the cure.”

Gilbert, recalling his own attitude towards the priests, was quite cautious in making this request.

After a moment of silence, Logan spoke.

“…Discuss it with Bishop Illya.”

“Th-thank you!”

‘Bishop Illya and I were at odds.’

Even for someone with a thick skin, it was a bit shameful, but despite this, Logan still sought the bishop for assistance.

However.

“If it’s about the plague, there’s plenty of detailed information available. The records should be thorough.”

Bishop Illya’s response was much more proactive than expected.

“…Thank you. Do you need any other support?”

“I was going to request additional assistance from the temple anyway. Might as well ask for the records at the same time.”

“Even if you ask, would they listen? Seems like they’ve already invested too much.”

Investment.

At that skeptical choice of words, Illya chuckled bitterly.

“Still, the situation is urgent. We must squeeze out whatever means the temple has to end this plague as soon as possible.”

Logan’s opinion of the surprisingly admirable and enthusiastic bishop grew, and he wanted to trust him a bit more.

‘I doubt further support will come.’

Of course, Logan was pessimistic about this thought.

The dead from the plague were now being re-excavated and cremated on the order of the relief team, and the backlash was not as fierce as expected.

The serfs didn’t have the strength to object to orders given by the priest and the king, having suffered consecutive calamities.

Moreover.

“…Has God abandoned us?”

“Absolutely not. It’s so that you become a guardian spirit to protect your remaining family. It’s to save everyone here.”

When Bishop Illya of the highest status in the relief team comforted a sobbing wife about to burn her deceased husband’s body, who also showed symptoms of the plague, any slight resistance faded away completely.

“Such a noble person… caring for lowly us….”

“…Let’s all keep our spirits up.”

Partly due to their own will and partly because others were forced, the priests energetically treating the diseased gained the trust of the serfs.

There were other pieces of good news as well.

“Lathe grass shows effectiveness, Mr. Gilbert!”

“What a relief, thank goodness!”