Raising the Northern Grand Duchy as a Max-Level All-Master

Chapter 78.2

“Are you asking us witches to handle it?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll do my best, but I’m not confident. The witches and I barely have any mana left as it is.”

“I, along with my company, will assist you. I’ll handle the plague itself. I just need you and the other witches to handle the black sorcery part of it.”

“How are you going to handle it? No matter how good you are at healing, treating thousands of patients and stopping the plague’s spread is impossible.”

“It’s not impossible. It just costs a lot of money.”

Arad pulled something out of his subspace bag.

“This is called the Arad Medi-Kit. I made it the moment I heard a pandemic was starting.”

What he pulled out was a small box, about the size of a notebook and as thick as a finger.

“It contains the medicines, ointments, and disinfectants I personally developed.”

“Wait, you made a cure?!”

“Calling it a cure would be an overstatement. Without the black sorcery component, this plague is just a regular flu.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Still, that was fast.”

“Are you going to sell that kit as military supplies?”

With the expectant gazes of everyone on him, Arad began explaining the Medi-Kit.

“This box contains not only medicine for the current flu but also simple illustrated instructions on how to prevent diseases and treat wounds to avoid infection. We plan to mass-produce it in two versions — one for home use and another for professionals like healers.”

“Opportunity truly comes from crisis... If we handle this situation well, the number of Northerners dying from disease or injury will be drastically reduced.”

“The population of the North will grow exponentially too!”

Isabelle and Balzac inspected the Medi-Kit with sparkling eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

“Oh, and the name Medi-Kit can be changed to something else. Mary’s Care or Renslet’s Blessing wouldn’t be bad options.”

“!!”

“There’s no reason for witches to be the only ones involved in treatment. With this Medi-Kit, even the Renslet Church, which has no divine power, can make meaningful contributions.”

Hearing this, Arina’s eyes lit up with sudden realization.

“That’s it! Why didn’t I think of that sooner? I’ll inform the Renslet Church right away.”

She had decided to use this opportunity to solidify the presence of the Renslet Church in the hearts of the Northerners.

***

When a terrible plague spreads, people naturally turn to faith.

But those who stand in opposition to that faith face persecution.

The most infamous example of this is witch hunts.

“The healing spells and sorcery of the Northern witches are quite remarkable.”

“That’s why so many black sorcerers have tried to stir up trouble in the North, only to fail time and time again thanks to the witches.”

Archbishop Teresia of the Imperial Church gazed northward with an irritated expression.

“God may have created everything for a reason, but I never expected that barren northern land to become so important.”

When the North was nothing but a burdensome backwater, the church didn’t care about it at all.

None of the clergy of the Imperial Church had any desire to go to the savage, untamed North.

Because of this, although the church always called for the elimination of witches, they never truly acted on it.

But looking back now, it was clear that this had been a major miscalculation.

“Damned Northerners. I really can’t stand them.”

Northerners were prideful, stubborn, and rebellious by nature.

They knew very well how much the Imperial Church had ignored them over the years.

That’s why they refused to accept the church.

Instead, they quietly worshiped their ancestral spirits, which granted no divine power.

They even embraced the witches.

More recently, they had gone even further and established the Renslet Church — a ridiculous heretical religion.

It was a step far beyond the line.

Grit

While thinking about the North, Teresia ground her teeth without realizing it.

Bwoooooooo—!

At that moment, the strong blast of a horn echoed in Teresia’s ears.

“Finally moving the army, huh? How swift of them.”

Her gaze shifted northward, toward the Imperial Palace, where the sound of the horn had come from.

“Canbraman is always so full of needless worries. For someone who criticizes his son for being soft, he’s hardly any better.”

“Archbishop, there are ears everywhere.”

Unable to endure it any longer, one of the cardinals spoke up, cautioning Teresia.

“I suppose I should at least give them a proper send-off. After all, the church is part of this northern expedition too.”

Smirking at the cardinal’s worried expression, Teresia began walking toward the Imperial Palace.

“Let’s go. To the plaza in front of the palace where the Northern Relief Army is gathering.”

“Yes, Archbishop.”

“Oh, but before that, let’s visit the Spring Palace, where our ever-cautious and oh-so-prudent emperor is hard at work.”

With a confident stride, Archbishop Teresia led the procession of white-clad clergy.

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