Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 250

Perhaps it was because people wished so hard, but the man who drank the deer blood started to get better the very next day.

The liquid stopped leaking from his skin, and the red color became less strong. Most importantly, the man felt much better. He went to find the knights right away.

And he didn’t come alone.

“Here, I’ve brought my wife and children too. Please help us, knights.”

The faces of the man’s wife and children were also red and hot with fever.

Now, the man’s face, which had been oozing just yesterday, looked almost normal in comparison.

“Bring them all in.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you, thank you! Your Majesty!”

Logan hadn’t only given the deer blood to the man’s family.

Starting a big plan based on just one person getting better was still worrying for Logan.

Fortunately, all five who had drunk the deer blood yesterday began to show remarkable improvement, and he was looking for the next treatment candidates.

There was no need to refuse those who volunteered.

“Very well. This is all for the sake of everyone.”

The man’s wife and daughter initially showed a strong dislike for the deer blood.

“[Y-Yes?!] Is it really working *that* quickly?!”

“Yes. You’ve done it.”

“[Th-Thank you, Your Majesty!]”

“You’ve worked hard. If you stop the epidemic like this, you’ll be the greatest help. You can look forward to a reward.”

“[I am grateful for your grace……]”

“Enough with the useless words. I’ve ordered all the deer in the country to be captured and sent to Raften. Now, you must return as soon as possible and analyze how deer blood cures the disease. And create a final cure!”

“[Yes. I understand, Your Majesty!]”

Gilbert answered with energy, his face beaming. He looked as happy as anyone could be.

Drinking deer blood cures the epidemic.

This unbelievable rumor spread like wildfire within the village where the relief corps was staying.

People who were cured by drinking the blood started telling everyone. The king also said it worked. So, people who were sick and waiting for help from the priests were very happy.

However, there was one problem.

“Your Majesty!”

Ilia rushed into the king’s tent without knocking. She stopped short, going pale when she saw what was inside.

“Oh, you’ve come, Bishop Ilia.”

Logan, the king, was covered in blood, his red hair even darker with it. In front of him, a young girl, no older than seven, drank from a bowl filled with dark red deer blood. It was a shocking, strange scene, like something from a nightmare, not real life.

That wasn’t all.

On one side of the tent, nearly ten knights were twisting the necks of deer and drawing blood, and in front of them, people were lined up, receiving the blood like a sacred chalice and drinking it.

To Ilia, a devout priest, it was a shocking sight, as if a cross-section of hell had unfolded into reality.

“Y-Your Majesty. Wh-What is the meaning of this……?”

Ilia’s hands shook.

Her voice trembled even more.

But it wasn’t Logan who answered the question first, but the girl covered in blood.

“M-My fever seems to be going down. Priest.”

A streak of blood flowed from the corner of the girl’s mouth as she smiled awkwardly, and Ilia finally reached the limit of her patience upon seeing this.

“Kyaaah!”

She ran out of the tent with a shrill scream, like a bird caught in a trap.

While Logan was trying not to imagine the scene unfolding outside the tent, considering her dignity.

Ilia, who returned with tears welling up in her eyes, her mouth covered, raised her voice as if to question him.

“Y-Your Majesty. What is this spectacle? Are you really drinking the blood of deer?”

Logan spoke calmly, even though Ilia was clearly horrified. *He had to do this. He had to save his people, no matter what the priests said.*

“Ah, there aren’t many deer in this area yet, so this is all we have. But soon, deer will be sent from all over the country, and from then on, we’ll really start……”

It felt like Logan was saying he would really start making things terrible. That’s what Ilia heard in his words.

“Absolutely! Absolutely not! Drinking the blood of living creatures! That is a terrible sin!!”

It was the first time she had seen Ilia so extremely angry since she had met her.

But Logan’s answer to that was simple.

“You know that deer blood is a cure for the epidemic, but you’re telling me not to do it? I can’t do that. I must save my people.”

“Your Majesty! This is forbidden by the temple! It can never be allowed, and it must never be done! There must be another way!”

Pale complexion, trembling hands.

Ilia, who blocked the stench of blood by covering her nose, desperately shouted, but that didn’t mean her words would be heeded.

“What other way? Aren’t you about to collapse right now?”

Ilia was momentarily speechless at those words.

In fact, her pale complexion and trembling hands were not solely due to the shock of the scene before her. No, if you were to weigh the importance, the aftermath of three days of continuous fasting prayer would be greater.

It was the price she paid for treating patients more enthusiastically than anyone else, but this situation was something she could never accept as a bishop.

“I cannot allow this! Th-This is absolutely not allowed! That’s……”

Ilia’s explanation, full of fervor, continued at length.

The act of drinking the blood of living animals. It was a characteristic of the race that worshiped the devil, who was the temple’s main enemy in ancient times, and the main point was that it was a sin that would bring the devil they worshiped back into the world.

But Logan just looked at her with disbelief. He didn’t believe her passionate words.

“Vampires. Everyone on the continent knows the legend about them. Also, that they sucked people’s blood. But it has nothing to do with animals, does it?”

“But Your Majesty! The temple prohibits the act of drinking the blood of living creatures itself. It is defined as an act hostile to the Nine Gods!”

“What’s the difference between eating deer meat and drinking deer blood? Fundamentally, they are the same. Be flexible, Bishop. This is not human blood. I say again, I have only implemented the most effective treatment for my people!”

“…I am truly sorry, Your Majesty. B-But please, look at this hellish scene! Does this look like a normal treatment process?! No priest can accept this!”

Ilia shouted, pointing to every corner of the tent, which was covered in blood, but Logan’s answer remained unchanged.

“I will do whatever it takes if necessary, Bishop. But I have no intention of making you do this, so you should fulfill your duties outside. We will do what we can.”

Ilia seemed about to say something again and again, but then she bit her lip tightly and left the tent.

‘This will have to work for now,’ Logan thought. He knew it wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do. *But he was wrong.* The next day showed him just how wrong he was.

“A strike?” Logan said, not believing his ears. He looked at the crowd of priests. *One hundred and twenty of them.* They stood silently before him. It was true. And it was the very time they should have been healing the sick.

A priest stepped forward. “That is right, Your Majesty. Stop this demon practice now. If not, we priests will stop healing.”

“Are you saying you will leave the people to die? All because of an old idea that is fading away?” Logan asked, his voice rising. For a moment, Bishop Ilia looked unsure. You could see the struggle in her eyes.

But then, Priest Fabian pushed past her, his face hard. “Those who worship demons are not your people, Your Majesty. We all agree on this.”

Logan’s red eyes scanned the priests. Some looked down, unable to meet his gaze. He saw fear and doubt in their eyes. He knew some of them disagreed with this strike, but they were too afraid to speak out. Every face was tired, lines of exhaustion around their eyes. They *were* tired, he knew that. Tired from healing, even if they didn’t want to admit it now.

*A strike. Over an old rule.* Just when he thought things were getting better, this happened. Logan’s head began to pound. He rubbed his temples, sighing deeply.

“…I hear what you are saying,” Logan said, trying to stay calm. “I will think about it. Now, please, go back to healing the people.”

“No,” Fabian said firmly. “We will not move until you promise to stop this terrible practice, Your Majesty.”

Logan felt like banging his head against the wall. He called for the healers and knights to come to him quickly. As they arrived, they were already arguing.

“But… it’s working! The deer blood is helping people!” one healer cried.

“Why would they stop us now?” another asked, confused and angry.

“Stubborn fools! That’s what they are!” shouted a knight.

“Priests are always like this,” someone muttered. The healers were clearly upset.

Gilbert pushed his way through the crowd. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes red-rimmed and his clothes dusty from travel. “Your Majesty,” Gilbert said, his voice hoarse but firm. “We cannot stop the deer blood treatment. Remember, the priests were already falling apart before we started this.”

“I know, Gilbert, I know,” Logan replied. “And I see the deer blood is working. But can *you* really replace one hundred and twenty priests?”

“You said deer are coming from everywhere, right? Yes, I’ve done the numbers. It’s more than possible.” Gilbert said confidently.

“Are you sure? Are you willing to be responsible if it fails?” Logan pressed.

“Yes! I swear it!” Gilbert declared, his eyes bright with conviction. The other healers nodded, their faces eager. Logan knew they wanted to prove themselves. He understood that. But he also knew the priests were exhausted and could not keep going as they were. He looked at Gilbert’s tired but determined face. He had to trust them. He had to take the risk. Logan made his decision.

“Okay then,” Logan said. “I’ll try to talk to the priests. You keep treating the people!” He pulled Gilbert aside. “You know the blood itself is the problem, right? Make a real medicine from the deer blood. Quickly. If it’s a medicine, the priests can’t complain.”

“But… isn’t that just pretending?” Gilbert asked.

“That’s how their rules are,” Logan explained. “We need to give them a way to pretend they are happy. That’s why we need the medicine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” Gilbert nodded. Gilbert understood, but the priests were not easy to persuade. In fact, it got worse.

“Stop the demon worship now, Your Majesty!”

“This is an insult to God, Your Majesty!” The priests were now outside Logan’s tent, yelling loudly.

And it wasn’t just the priests. Some patients, scared by what the priests were saying, also refused the deer blood. This made Logan’s headache even worse.

“No, please, no,” one woman cried, pulling away from the healer. “The priests said drinking blood will send me to hell!”

“If I’m going to die anyway,” another patient whispered, his face pale and covered in sores, “I want to die going to heaven.” Sick people, their skin red and raw, some with pus oozing from their wounds, turned away from the healing blood. More and more people refused, listening to the angry voices of the priests.

Logan found Gilbert. “Gilbert! How much longer?”

Gilbert looked defeated. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I’m working as fast as I can, but… it’s harder than I thought.” Logan closed his eyes, feeling a wave of despair. He knew he had to do something drastic.

Logan knew he had to do something dramatic. He had to show people it worked. He found a family, a man, his wife, and their young daughter, all sick. He brought them to his tent, in front of everyone. *This is it,* Logan thought, his heart pounding.

“Drink this,” Logan said, holding out a bowl of deer blood to the man. The man hesitated, looking at the dark red liquid with fear. But then Logan pointed to his own face. “Look at me! I drank it! I’m better! Drink it now!” The man nodded slowly. He took the bowl. His wife and daughter watched, their eyes wide with fear. They squeezed their eyes shut and drank.

“Ugh!” the little girl gagged, and some blood spilled down her chin. She almost threw up, but she swallowed it down. They had both drunk a bowl each.

“Stay here,” Logan said, trying to sound calm, though he was anything but. “We need to watch you for a few hours.” *Be comfortable?* How could they be comfortable, with the King watching them, waiting to see if they would get better or worse? The family sat stiffly, nervously waiting.

Hours passed. Then, slowly, it started to happen. The red rash on their faces began to fade. By the afternoon, it was clear. They were better. Relief flooded through Logan. It worked.

“Good!” Logan roared, his voice full of power. “Send out the order! Deer from every corner of the kingdom! Bring them all to Raftan!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Knights, who had seen it with their own eyes, repeated the command with force. From the healers’ tent, cheers erupted. They had been watching, holding their breath.

“Wahahaha! We did it!”

“Gilbert, you’re a genius!” Logan watched them celebrate, a real smile finally breaking across his face. He let out a long, slow breath. Finally, some good news.