This BL Novel Is Ruined Now [Book 2]

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“A poison wielder has the divine power of Chetrasiu, you say?”

Tria murmured, pushing the teacup in her hand to the left and right in small movements.

“If the Bohr and Chantra who now lay six feet under were to know about this, they’d surely turn in their graves and might even get up. They’d cause such a fuss.”

In the reminiscence of the progenitors of the two households, Tria smiled faintly.

“Your Majesty, it’s not just any normal divine power.”

“Yes, I heard you earlier.”

“Her divine power is stronger than even mine.”

“Yes, yes. I think I’ve heard the same thing about forty-five times now.”

“Then how are you still so calm?!”

“What’s that got to do with me anyway? Gosh, you’re getting angry now, too.”

Ethan knew that Tria was just deliberately teasing him, but nevertheless, he willed himself to have more patience.

“…The power of poison and Chetrasiu cannot coexist in one vessel. But that’s what’s happening right now.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Your Majesty!”

Unable to keep himself calm this time, Ethan raised his voice once again. Seeing this, Tria’s brows went up and the corners of her lips went down.

“Oh. Everyone, look— this kid’s really in love, isn’t he? Ethan has truly fallen in love.”

“Kyahaha, Esteemed Elder, please don’t tease him too much.”

“But what if he never comes back here to hang out again? Ohoho.”

“But come on, it’s fun.”

Everyone burst into giggles as they agreed with what Tria said.

“……”

This was why he didn’t want to come to this place. There’s a reason he has not been a single person who wanted to visit ‘that’ First Emperor for more than a decade.

“Huu…”

He was slowly getting frustrated about how he was being played with and how they weren’t taking this situation more seriously. However, he held it in.

Unfortunately for him, Tria was the only one who’d be able to make sense out of what’s happening to his love.

“…Your Majesty.”

“Hahaha, fine, fine. I’ll stop. If looks could kill, you’ve already killed one dragonfolk by now.”

Perhaps because there was a very visible vein throbbing on Ethan’s forehead at this point, Tria set down her teacup and took on a more serious expression.

“First of all, that child Reina. She’s not going to die.”

“……”

“Hey, relax your expression now, will you? I mean it—there’s no problem. Or, um… I think, maybe?”

So the answer was not completely ‘no problem’ but ‘maybe’. She didn’t even add an explanation to that vague answer.

“Your Majesty. I can’t even think of a life without her now. So please, you must tell me what you know about her current state.”

Ethan was not someone who’d normally say more than five words per sentence. But here he was, sincerely pleading with each and every word he spoke now.

“Woow— I didn’t think I’d live to see the day. Isn’t it great, Lunia?”

“Exactly so, ohoho.”

“…Your Majesty.”

As Tria’s shoulders still bounced up and down in her mirth, she raised one hand and made a big circular gesture. It was a spell for a powerful soundproof barrier around herself and Ethan.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop joking around now. I’ll explain in detail.”

The elves were wise beings who knew practically everything in this world where they had lived for hundreds of years, and yet they were not privy to what Tria was about to say. Ethan’s expression darkened even further.

However, Tria just waved her hand at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. I was just messing with you because I know you’d be annoyed. In any case, what I’m about to tell you is an undisclosed history known only by those who have lived for at least a thousand years.”

Because God’s power had weakened, the lifespan of the dragonfolk beings was getting shorter and shorter.

Ironically, though Tria still had a lifespan of about 500 more years, most of her children had already passed away. Her remaining dragonfolk grandchildren also were at most 3400 years old.

In other words, only less than ten people in this whole world knew the story that she was about to tell.

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Meanwhile, at that same moment back at the Utta Temple of the Launcer Village—

“Here’s a new piece of cloth, Reverend!”

Most of the priests still continued to ignore Reina, who to them was just chirping like an incessant baby sparrow. The situation inside the Utta temple was still disastrous.

Nevertheless, Reina eagerly preached the importance of hygiene, even as everyone else pretended not to hear.

Fate was particularly harsh on Reina Chantra, and the world never really granted her anything according to her intentions.

As she looked back on her recent experiences of fate’s indifference, she might even say that they were nothing compared to what she’s facing now.

In the end, things had already gone off the rails at this point.

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After she ate lunch, it was time for her to return to the temple.

And the first person she saw as soon she entered was the high-ranking priest Lyton.

He wiped his blood and pus-stained hands on a towel, then proceeded to use that same towel on a different patient’s bloody wound.

“Haa… There’s no end to trying to point it out.”

Letting out a sigh expressing much of her confliction, Reina briskly walked straight to Lyton. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an extra piece of cloth she had, then she offered it to Lyton.

“That one’s already contaminated. Please stop the patient’s bleeding with this.”

As usual, the priest frowned as he was bothered by the reproach directed at him. He took the clean piece of cotton cloth and merely threw it elsewhere.

“…Reverend.”

For a moment, Reina could say nothing as she clenched her hands into fists. However, she soon picked up the piece of cloth and shook it.

“If you continue to treat wounds with contaminated towels, it would be better not to treat them at all.”

Eventually, the priest’s hand stopped moving. Lyton let out a frustrated sigh as he sharply stood up.

“Lady Reina, the matter of treating these people is not up to us. It is up to the will of the almighty Utta. And—”

Lyton at Reina, contempt apparent in his eyes, and he scanned her up and down. With a pointed tone, he asked.

“Have you ever successfully cured even one patient?”

“……”

She had helped alleviate the symptoms of many people in the Thurn Village. But if asked whether she had managed to ‘cure’ anyone, then… no.

Reina pressed her lips tightly together. Then, one corner of the priest’s lips twisted up as if he knew that she would react this way.