ALL NOVEL Chapter 83
66. A sick person drowns.
… When did this hell start?
“Come on, Gilbert, come on.”
Bills Council. Seven years… each year, the Special Competency Application Obligation Decree was put out for consultation, allowing for an increase in the number of endorsers year after year.
It was the effect of spreading the bad reviews of Albert the King and his beloved daughter, Princess Pride, who were once friends. Especially since the more I spread the bad word about Master Pride, the easier it was to take those who were worried about the country ahead of me. But… it still didn’t extend to enacting the bill.
Should we still have spread the bad reviews of the Queen, Dear Tiara and Dear Steele, and instigated more distrust of the royalty?… No, the Queen originally had a good reputation and is also renowned as the drafter of the Bill Council. Lady Steele is also renowned for her rare genius and builds many connections and trust in the aristocracy and the social world. Dear Tiara also has a reputation for that appearance and per capita, and above all for the care and kindness of her surroundings from an early age. Just spreading the bad reputation of a person with a good reputation and being questioned for credibility.
… Yes, there is never a reason why Rosa, a friend of Maria’s, or Tiara, who is reminded of Maria as a young child, or Style, who comes out of the common people but continues to strive as hard as possible as Regent, has been put on himself, or hesitated.
“Why, it hits pride by being intransigent; it has always been so… since I signed a subordinate contract with Style!
Lord Pride is eight years old… yes, just after I made up my mind, he became the First Princess the way he deserved it. Dear brother-in-law Style, I have gained trust from my sister, Tiara, and even from the knights. Rumors had also begun to spread from the castle people that it was a vessel worthy of the queen, and Lady Steele herself had begun to spread and paint a bad reputation.
But that’s inconvenient.
After a while when I was determined, the day went by when Lord Pride would do certain things to Albert, the king and his wife. It was a desire for forgiveness of the letter to the fruitful mother of Master Style, whose severance was stipulated. It’s an act that transcends national law. Ultimately, however, it was allowed in the name of special treatment for both the queen and the king.
Yes, unlike my bill, which didn’t shake my head vertically for the same reason the country has been for so far.
In the last seven years, I have continued to secretly spread all sorts of bad reviews and rumours about Wang and Master Pride in particular. The more I spread the word, the more people listened to and synchronized with my words. In doing so, I realized myself that my hatred for Lord Pride had been raised.
The more I spoke to others, the more my pride solidified into an absolutely outrageous princess.
But it was the trial two years ago that changed the circumstances. Master Pride has always accumulated a little bit of trust from the Queen and her surroundings, as well as voluntary study, and has made good strides in her phase as Queen. And at last, he was entrusted with one trial, which is the Queen’s official business.
Moreover, she made the covenant of her servant, the Queen’s official business, with the sinner, and gave her a brilliant judgment recognizing the Queen and Regent Vest as well. With this in mind, she must certainly gain experience as a queen. If you don’t change your hands. As the next queen, the current queen, the Regent, the King’s Mate, and also the trust from the Knights, the first prince, and the second princess, if only they could get into her and even get agreement on the bill. I’m sure enactment of the bill will be even more possible. You can’t undo the bad reviews you’ve already spread right now. But if you get the backing of anti-royalty behind you and her trust on the table, it’s next year, next year…
“…… Jill Bale, I know how spicy you are. Me and Rosa are doing everything we can.”
“What do you know?”
To Him, the King’s Mate, I abhor my voice as much as I can.
I felt my emotions spinning like a vortex and my consciousness distant.
“What do you know, Albert? What do you know?”
Albert… yes. It’s been years since I’ve called him. I grabbed his chest barn up with both hands and slammed it on the back against the wall to leave it to me. The tremor causes the book to fall zero off the side shelf. But the slapped person won’t take his eyes off me without a single resistance.
I know. There must be no more time. If you look at her growing weaker and weaker every day… you’ll see.
But why don’t you raise the country and look for it? There’s no point in Maria’s position or anything if she dies in person. If the royal position is in jeopardy, you can blame it all on me. Nor would the royalty be blamed for the rampage of a lowly lower class man if he revealed my birth or birth.
Yes, Arthur Beresford said he heard rumors of a special ability to heal the disease.
… if that’s even just a rumor…. tell me.
Other than that, what’s the way?
Other than that, what should I admire?
A friend, a queen, and her daughter both betrayed and sacrificed themselves, to see what I could do to save her.
Albert tries to forgive me. Put your strength on his shoulder and sue desperately.
I know. What he is, what the Queen is doing best, etc. But…
It’s been seven years… seven years since then, Albert.
I slammed him against the wall, and now I lay my hands on him, and peered into his eyes at close range.
Yes, it’s been seven years. It’s been seven years since I was sewn into that bed in that room. She has endured well. It’s not normal. He’s still alive, agonized by the pain.
But I know because I kept watching her every day. She said the limit was already imminent.
The roughness of breathing turned to quiet, he said. I can’t even breathe in and throw up.
I couldn’t stop trembling from her body. Those hands, squeezed daily, were chilled out as if immersed in cold water.
Beginning six months ago, the hands and feet ceased to function completely, drooping without making up the meaning of their being as if they were mere accessories, and the clenched hands were no longer even weakly held back.
Having endured the pain for so many seven years, lived and continued to live, she has already even been shredded of that heart. Lately, by the way of words, even that grin that kept pointing at me was no longer coming true. This morning I finally stopped responding to even a voice call from me…
“She Ha!… Marianne… oh… I can rub it off now… I’m on the verge…”
As soon as I spewed out the words, I had no strength at all in my body, and I couldn’t even stand.
Kneeling unnecessarily I lay my hand on my shoulder on one knee as Albert surprised me. With a small voice, he cares to hold on. It was to me who worked abusively on him, the king’s mate.
I’ve betrayed him for five years.
“Can’t you find it yet? Why can’t you find it? Similar special abilities are so overflowing…”
I can’t find it. There’s nothing I can do. You can’t save her, even if you hit all the means you can and sacrifice everything. If you’re a special ability to heal wounds, you’re overflowing.
Guilt of him and his own powerlessness make his body tremble and tears endlessly overflow.
Albert calls my name “Jill Bale…” The truth is that I don’t already have the value of being cared for by him.
Why can’t I save you?
I swear to God. Make her happy.
We’ve been looking for special abilities for seven years, why can’t we find them?
Somewhere, somewhere.
It’s not a dream, an illusion, a picture book story, it’s supposed to be real.
There’s a rare special ability person called Age Manipulation… because I’m here.
“It’s just… I’m fine by myself…! Just one person… if I can find him…… healing the disease… special abilities wanting…”
Please, show up.
You can give me everything I want.
Save her.
This, respond to my cry.
If there is a God, let me see him.
Save her, to the Savior.