Chapter 58
The incident broke out during the meeting.
“Huh?”
While eating canned tuna, Evelyn suddenly felt her vision turn hazy.
-Thud!
“Your Majesty!”
When she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the floor.
Lloyd, who had been waiting nearby, hurried over, and the meeting hall soon erupted into chaos.
“What is this!”
“Doctor, call the doctor at once!”
When Evelyn brought a finger to the bridge of her nose, blackened blood stuck to her index finger.
“Your Majesty, your fingertips...”
The tips of Evelyn’s fingers had turned black and necrotic, rotting like a corpse.
The moment everyone saw it, they felt the blood drain from their faces.
There was no need to ask why.
Those symptoms belonged to the Black Death—specifically, the kind that appeared in patients on the verge of death.
“A regular doctor won’t do. Bring a Gallery doctor!”
When Lloyd urgently searched for a Gallery doctor, two of them arrived about thirty minutes later.
After a brief formal greeting, they immediately began their examination.
The more they examined Evelyn, the colder their expressions gradually became.
“What happened?”
Evelyn had been given antibiotics several days ago.
She was receiving treatment and should naturally have been improving, but instead of getting better, her condition had remained unchanged.
“The antibiotics were administered too late.”
The way to treat the Black Death was to inject antibiotics as soon as possible after symptoms appeared.
But after becoming queen, Evelyn had frequently met with visitors from outside.
In fact, she had already been carrying the disease before discussion of the Black Death had even begun on the Gallery.
“It seems the disease has already spread throughout her entire body.”
“Even so, isn’t this happening too quickly?”
“And Her Majesty’s body was already far too weak.”
She had spent several years imprisoned.
Then, after finally getting outside, she had been swept up in far too many events.
The founding of the nation, the coronation, even the magic beast invasion.
The fatigue had steadily accumulated.
Even if she miraculously recovered from the Black Death, her chances of survival did not look very high.
“Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“I hardly dare say it, but...”
The Gallery doctors awkwardly turned their heads away.
Lloyd understood what they meant.
They were essentially saying that they should give her painkillers, at the very least.
“...I see.”
“Your Majesty!”
“It’s all right. It can’t be helped.”
Evelyn was now suffering from a high fever, dizziness, and extreme chills.
But she calmly accepted the painkiller, and only then did her previously furrowed expression relax.
Leaving Lloyd at a loss, Evelyn gave him a difficult glance.
“Bring it to me.”
“No. It’s too soon to give up. Besides, you’re the queen of Kellearton, aren’t you?”
“Hurry.”
Her voice was weak but firm, so Lloyd had no choice but to take out a can he had been hiding.
It was a can of spicy tuna, which had been practically banned for the sake of her health as her condition worsened.
She opened the can she only ate on special occasions and took a big bite.
“Mmph, d-delicious.”
Even now, with all the sensations in her body slowing down, it was still unbelievably delicious.
Evelyn didn’t want to die, either.
She wanted to savor canned tuna for the rest of her life, live happily, and grow old before dying.
‘Still, I have no regrets.’
In truth, she should have died more than half a year ago.
But she had met the Head Mod, and thanks to them, she had been happy right up to the end.
If she thought of it as the Head Mod coming to give her time to be happy before she died,
she didn’t think she had anything to complain about.
“I’m going to see Father now.”
“...Your Majesty.”
After becoming queen, she had made inquiries, but she had never been able to find her family.
It was a lingering attachment.
The lingering hope that her family was still alive.
Only when death was near could she finally let go of it.
After polishing off the canned tuna, she comfortably closed her eyes and caught her breath.
“Lloyd, listen carefully.”
“...Yes.”
“There’s something I want to tell the Head Mod.”
Lloyd’s face grew somber.
But he soon knelt down and listened carefully so he could leave her final words on the Gallery.
“I won’t forget.”
Evelyn struggled to catch her breath, then continued with a faint smile.
“From the moment you saved my life that first day, I’ll remember everything you’ve done for me ever since.”
After some hesitation, Evelyn decided to tell him how she truly felt.
Although she had never even seen the Head Mod’s face, she already felt more than mere gratitude toward them.
“Head Mod. I think I... l-love...”
That was when it happened.
“This can’t be!!!!!”
“?!”
Lloyd suddenly leaped to his feet, shouting in delight so loudly that it was nearly a scream.
“Your Majesty! The Head Mod sent an item! They say you can live!”
Lloyd had asked the Head Mod for help.
As if in response, a trade offer came flying from the Head Mod.
[Head Mod*: Canned Tuna Queen, don’t die!!!!!]
[Head Mod* has offered ‘100% Golden Carrot’.]
[Head Mod*: Eat this lol You’ll definitely get better]
It was the treasure of the rabbit beastmen, known as a panacea.
Lloyd cheered in delight, then suddenly turned his head and asked,
“But Your Majesty, what were you about to say just now? ‘Love?’”
“...”
Evelyn pulled the blanket up over half her face.
But she couldn’t hide all of her face, which had turned red with embarrassment.
After moving her lips silently for a long while, Evelyn continued as naturally as possible.
“Fo... four times four plus two?”
“Huh?”
Eighteen.
Why did you only send that now?
Evelyn, who had nearly made a serious confession about dying and everything, sincerely wanted to die.
*
Lloyd: (Meme of Evelyn coughing up blood and collapsing)
The Canned Tuna Queen was dying.
“Tuna Tuna, what happened...”
Her weakened body had probably suffered from nutritional imbalance on top of eating nothing but canned tuna.
It was no wonder she had contracted the Black Death without realizing it while in such a state.
In that condition, it was uncertain whether she could survive even after receiving an antibiotic injection.
But who am I?
“The owner of a 100% Golden Carrot.”
I had once helped the rabbit tribe when they were being threatened by magic beasts and received a reward in return.
One of those rewards was a Rabbit Burrow Ticket.
The other was a Golden Carrot.
A panacea that cured any disease when eaten.
I may have forced her into becoming queen, so this much was hardly difficult.
“It should be somewhere around here.”
The warehouse was filled with all kinds of gifts the Gallery users had given me.
As I rummaged through them as if exploring, I found a golden carrot covered in dust.
I roughly brushed off the dust, washed it with water, and sent it to Lloyd. A reply flew back immediately.
Lloyd: This thingwww It’s incredibly amazingww
Lloyd: (Meme of the Canned Tuna Queen chewing on a carrot and giving a thumbs-up)
Lloyd: Her Majesty is expressing her gratitude www
Head Mod*: Cute www
The effect was incredible!
I received a meme of the Canned Tuna Queen, her cheeks flushed as she stood there perfectly healthy.
I clicked the meme to save it for now.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
Since I had given the Gallery doctors other medicines along with the antibiotics, there were nutritional injections among them.
“What good is recovering from the Black Death?”
If her body remained weak, she could quickly catch another illness and end up standing before the gates of the afterlife again.
On top of that, I had released a new item into the marketplace.
- Vita 450, this is incredible
- My mother drank this and regained her strength!
- It’s tasty
- I tried drinking Bacchus and reviewed it...jpg
It was a cheap, easy-to-buy fatigue-recovery drink.
*
[Title: God]
(Meme of the sky)
Aaaaargh, I can’t bear to look at it with my eyes open!!!
Head Mod, what kind of attack is this?!
- Ah, I was only standing there?
- The sin of daring to gaze upon the Head Mod
- Has the ten-rage cooldown reset?
- Head Mod*) What is this now?
ㄴ Aaaaargh!!!
ㄴ Damn it, it’s the Head Mod. I have no choice but to worship...
[Title: Head Mod’s Magic and Analysis...jpg]
Greetings, I’m a 5th-Circle advanced mage.
As usual, I was immersed in studying and researching magic when I grew curious and decided to analyze it.
(Meme of explosion magic, meme of creation magic)
As every Gallery user knows, mages aren’t all the same.
Some specialize in mindless destructive magic, while others study defensive magic.
There are differences according to talent, but if you look at the broad roots, it’s like this.
Let’s take a look at a meme here.
(Meme of a plague patient giving a thumbs-up after recovering)
(Meme of a canned tuna with an extremely long shelf life)
(Meme of an elf melting a magic beast with a gun)
But the Head Mod’s magic is nebulous.
They easily cured a plague said to have no cure and infused objects with mana so anyone could use them.
And what about impurity-free steel, or reviving soil depleted of nutrients with fertilizer?
If we broadly divide it,
1. Crafting/practical fields
2. Storing mana in objects, magical engineering fields
3. Healing fields
it can be divided like this.
At this point, every Gallery user must be wondering one thing.
So what conclusion do we reach when we analyze the Head Mod’s magic?
The answer is simple.
Fuck, I don’t know.
What is this?
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- You fucking bastard
- Lol, I was reading this so seriously
- Fooled again, Gallery user, fooled again...
- But when you put it all together like this, it is pretty fucking amazing, yeah;
- Didn’t healing magic only exist in fantasies?
- The Head Mod can even bring back the dead;
- Could they perhaps be even better than an archmage?
ㄴ Lol, what, are they some kind of transcendent being?
ㄴ The Head Mod’s teacher is a transcendent being, though. It checks out.
ㄴ Oh, is that so?
ㄴ Fact) If not for the Head Mod, more than half of us would be skeletons
ㄴ Wow, skeleton!
- Head Mod, say something!
- Aww, Head Mod, you bastard!
- Head Mod, marry me!
Following the antibiotics, I released nutritional injections and fatigue-recovery drinks.
As a result, the Gallery began to run wild.
The Gallery users wanted an explanation from me, and I concluded that I could no longer ignore them.
“But what am I supposed to explain?”
I had already explained it dozens of times.
For fuck’s sake, I can’t use magic.
If a fireball came out of my hand, I would have recorded it and posted it as a featured post myself.
In the end, I wrote a post.
- Head Mod, explain yourself already ㅇㅇ
- Hurry up and tell us or we’re seriously doomed!!!
[Title: Nadaping]
작성자: Head Mod*
What are you talking about with “explanation”?
Put on a mask.
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- Kyaa
- A classic
Thus, the great threat of the Black Death had passed.
But from a preventative standpoint, you could say this was only the beginning.
The Gallery doctors had spread prevention methods, but the information had not been properly disseminated, so there was a risk of reinfection.
“It would be nice if there were some post that organized the information.”
Something people could freely contribute to, unlike a rigid announcement.
But with some degree of reliability, too...
“Ah.”
An idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
[The ‘Destruction Gallery Wiki’ tab has been activated in the Gallery.]
[The ‘Attach Video’ function has been activated in the Gallery.]
[Please participate actively.]
- Huh? What is this?
- Can we submit any topic or opinion?
This was the beginning of the Destruction Gallery Wiki.