Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 912



912 – God Will Be With You – 6

I couldn’t keep my wits about me. No matter how hard I tried to stay calm, my fingertips were shaking like crazy.

How long has it been? How long has it been since I felt this way? Is this the first time since those guys died? Is this the first time since that day that I’ve felt this way?

It was a feeling I never wanted to feel again. I never wanted to experience this kind of pain, this kind of misery again in my life.

“I’m sorry to tell you, but it seems like there’s something wrong with the child’s heart.”

I looked at the wizard who was explaining the situation to my father-in-law while bowing his head repeatedly. While I, the husband, was explaining to my father-in-law in silence, I turned my gaze to the wizard who was watching me.

I know. I know that the wizard is not at fault, and that he is the one who quickly found our youngest child’s illness. How can we blame a person for the illness that a newborn has?

But even though I was shouting the wizard’s innocence in my head, my heart was burning hot. I desperately suppressed the urge to grab the wizard by the collar right away.

Trying to take out your anger on an innocent person? There is no worse behavior than this.

“heart?”

And the craftsman’s voice trembled at the wizard’s words.

“Is it really the heart? Not somewhere else?”

The voice was so desperate that I could feel it somewhere, so I raised my head again from where it was sinking to the floor.

It’s strange. If there was something wrong with his granddaughter’s health, it would be natural to be concerned, but the father-in-law’s reaction was not simply filled with worry and sadness. It was as if he was terrified by the word heart.

“heart…”

Even my mother-in-law, who was praying with trembling hands, muttered in a lost voice.

“Yes, it’s the heart. I checked it several times so I’m sure.”

The mother-in-law sank to the floor at the wizard’s answer.

Needless to say, the already heavy atmosphere became even darker.

The youngest child’s illness, born as a beautiful princess. A nursery rhyme of the father-in-law and mother-in-law.

What should have been a day filled with joy and celebration suddenly turned into a dark and despairing day.

“It’s because of me. It hurts because of me.”

In such despair, Lize opened her mouth with a trembling voice.

In fact, I wanted to hide my youngest child’s illness from Lize. How can I tell a mother who has just given birth that her child is sick? The mother’s body is at its weakest right after giving birth, so she has to be careful even with the slightest shock. If she were to face the most shocking news as a mother, Lize could also be in trouble.

However, as soon as the baby was born, the magicians, priests, and doctors in the delivery room were busy checking on our youngest. Outside the door, the representative magician explained the situation to our family for a long time. This is something that cannot be hidden unless Lize has fainted.

“I had a bad heart when I was young…”

So a situation was created where Lize had to say this.

I barely managed to hold back the sigh that was about to burst out. If I were to become agitated at this point, there would be no one to console Lize.

‘It must be more painful than anyone else.’

How would a mother feel if she said with her own mouth that her child’s illness was her fault? How devastated would a mother feel if she saw the pain she experienced as a child being passed down through her bloodstream to her child?

I can’t even guess. That’s why I didn’t say anything and just patted Lize’s hand. It’s time for me to suppress my sadness for Lize’s sake.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, brother…”

But despite my comfort, Lize was already at her wit’s end, and she shed tears and kept repeating that she was sorry.

“I’m sorry. Lize didn’t do anything wrong.”

“F, Friedrich is healthy, isn’t he? He definitely takes after his brother… That’s why he’s healthy. I, I didn’t pass on any illnesses, so…”

“Lize.”

I cut off Lize’s words firmly because it was not worth hearing.

This is not a talent, but a genius. It is closer to a disaster sent from heaven than a human sin. If you have to blame someone, blame the gods, not mere mortals.

“It’s no one’s fault. Not Lize’s fault, not mine, not the fault of the medical staff who helped give birth to our youngest.”

I emphasized this by firmly squeezing Lize’s hand. At the same time, I repeated it to myself as if I was encouraging myself.

This is not anyone’s fault. Rather than people gathering around and saying, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault,” they should run to the temple and protest.

‘Damn things.’

He bit his lip secretly. He was usually an honorary priest and a benefactor, but he gave this disease to his own child? He couldn’t give blessings to a living saint, but he brought disaster upon him?

If you were going to give him a bottle, you should have given it to me. Why did you give it to that little guy instead of me, who has the stamina to endure even a serious illness? What sin could that child, who cried himself to sleep, have committed?

Of course, this is also a twisted anger and meaningless resentment. The gods of this world cannot be so deeply involved in the affairs of the world as to cause humans to be born with diseases or with strong physical strength. They are simply beings who receive people’s faith and play chess with the continent as their backdrop.

So instead of seeking the eternal blue sky, you just endure it inside. There is no point in protesting.

“Besides, Lize overcame her illness too. Being born healthy is the best, but if it’s an illness that she can overcome, we just need to take good care of her. Then, she’ll grow up to be a healthy and energetic child like Lize.”

I tried to smile and tried to appease Lize again.

Fortunately, this is not an unfounded statement. It is unfortunate and sad to be sick, but if it is a disease that can be overcome, then it is better. Isn’t Lize, who is in front of us right now, also a person who overcame the illness of her childhood?

Even if we make a hundred concessions and say that Lize passed the disease down to our youngest, if he was truly influenced by Lize, he would have inherited the strength to overcome the disease.

Yes, of course. If you have a disease and no immunity, it’s like a curse. If the world didn’t hate our youngest, he wouldn’t have been cursed.

“…deceit.”

“Yes, Master.”

At my words, the craftsman opened his mouth cautiously.

“Hilda also had the same illness as Lize.”

My heart sank at those words.

‘So that’s why.’

I thought I knew why my father-in-law was shaken by the word heart. I thought I knew why my mother-in-law was so desperate that she collapsed on the floor.

If this is the case, our youngest’s illness is not a ‘college-worthy illness’.

It is a vicious disease that kills one person while saving another.

The youngest was isolated for a while. So thoroughly that he couldn’t even see his biological mother, Lize.

Frankly, I can’t help but question the necessity and effectiveness of quarantine. Our youngest doesn’t have a weak immune system, and if he had magical powers, he could cleanse everything he touches.

However, if it helps the youngest child’s health even a little, I’m willing to choose isolation. Even if it doesn’t have much effect, if the isolation itself is effective, and if the medical staff can focus on diagnosing and treating the youngest child, I’m willing to accept it.

“Our youngest. Are you trying to cause him a lifetime of worry by making him grow up to be a good person?”

However, I, the biological father, was able to freely enter the room where the youngest was isolated.

Didn’t they say that if a living adult prays earnestly for the health of a child, the Lord of Heaven may help? At first, I was thinking that if they could become healthy through prayer, why didn’t they just give them a healthy baby in the first place? What kind of behavior would that be like giving them a disease and medicine? I held back because the only one who said that was the priest who would take care of the youngest child with sincerity.

Moreover, the power given by God, the power of the Holy Law, is powerful. It is so powerful that it can heal any injury as long as it avoids instant death. I have also saved my life many times with the power of the Holy Law.

So, even if the child is not born healthy, with God’s blessing, it is possible to at least recover from the illness─this leads to hope.

‘Don’t worry too much.’

I calmed my mind several times while looking at my youngest who was sleeping soundly.

Lize survived, but Lize’s older sister died from a disease with a 50/50 chance. If you only look at the results, this is also a 50/50 chance, but in reality, it was a disaster caused by finding out about my sister’s disease too late. On the other hand, our youngest’s disease was found out right after she was born, so the chance of something going wrong is low.

So our youngest will be healthy. Soon, the medical team will conclude, ‘If you continue to treat him and take medicine, he will be fine.’ Let’s leave the joy of giving our youngest a pretty name for that time.

‘Don’t be… shaken.’

The corners of my lips, which had been forcibly raised, trembled.

As a husband, a son-in-law, and a father, you must not show any signs of agitation. When the head of the family is in a state of crisis, it makes the entire family anxious. The fact that the head of the family failed to fulfill his role as the head of the family was enough to make his father-in-law talk to a magician.

But… there’s no one here. The cute and precious youngest is sleeping, and the other medical staff have stepped aside for a moment, saying they can’t disturb the adult’s prayer.

Then, wouldn’t it be okay to be agitated for now?

Because there is no one to say anything.

“master.”

I hurriedly touched my eyes, which were gradually getting hotter, and calmed them down.

“What? Why are you here?”

He spoke rudely to Jang-saeng, who had managed to open the door and come in.

Anyway, that guy. He’s so small, he can open doors with ease. I almost showed him my ugly side.

“No, but how did you get here? Weren’t there people blocking the hallway?”

“Everyone was so busy trying to find herbs and summon other magicians and priests that they were out of their minds. Sneaking in was out of the question.”

The secretiveness we nurtured against our children. I smiled bitterly, thinking that I would never use it in a place like this.

“Then sneak out again. There’s nothing to do here.”

Despite my warning, Jang-saeng approached with brisk strides.

“Is that kid the new little master?”

Then he looked up at his youngest child sleeping in the cradle.

“Indeed. I can see the aura of death.”

“This b*stard─”

I bit my lip quickly as the curse instinctively came out.

It would be embarrassing if the youngest one woke up while he was sleeping, and Jang-saeng had already jumped onto the cradle, so I couldn’t bring myself to touch him.

“Even though I have lost my past name, how dare a piece of debris wandering around without an owner try to harm my family?”

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Also, Jang-saeng’s demeanor as he climbed onto the cradle was different from usual.

“I am the beginning and the end, life and death. I am the starting point and the completion of everything in this world. Although I have lost the past, I am moving toward the future.”

I blankly stared at Jang-saeng, who was spouting out nonsense.

“You let go of death, but you received life. You call yourself life, but you are not far from death. Little life, you do not yet know the truth.”

Jang-saeng’s head gradually tilted towards the youngest.

“There is no death on my land without my permission. May you live long.”