Artist: Aurora
Black Blood tormented the people of the Ragna Empire, only the wealthy of the wealthiest could afford to recover from Black Blood, and also only the most generous of the philanthropists could help poor people to recover. However, even the most generous, don’t have that much money to afford the cure of Black Blood.
“This is the corpse of a human whose died yesterday of the Black Blood, as we can see, his skin and his muscle is sere, arid. If we compare him to a 200 years corpse, they make no difference. A meatless corpse, only skin and its bones. The problem is, this new corpse is, I rehearse, only one day old,” said the old man with a white robe, long white hair, and long white beard.
This was a room that was not too far away from the palace, as this man is the palace’s physician and the best person in this field. People in the room sit behind the desks, and they were listening very well to the physician who was still explaining the Black Blood of a corpse.
“The symptoms of Black Blood are severe. You cough black blood, and you’ll be weak of blood loss. Hence, you can’t do any activities besides laying on your bed and feeling your skin burning, feeling your hot breathing that burns your nose and your throat, feeling your eyes that tears hot tears every last drop of fluid in your body. Your body will also stimulate constant heat that forces your body to let out every drop of perspiration available,” he said with a flat face, expressionless, and then he walked to a chair and sat there.
And then, Sir Orian? What’ll happen?” asked someone old with thick glasses at the audience’s seat.
“You’ll wait for your death,” said Orian, and the entire room was drowned into silence.
Then this question arose; “Is there any way to cure it?”
Erqes von Orian stood up with his right hand in his pocket, taking out something in an ampule made of magic crystal imbued with a magic rune that was too complicated to explain.
“This special ampule contains the most treasured, priceless, cure-all medicine. Made of magic crystal that could handle the energy of purity, and the magical rune is only known to palace’s magician to keep the magical power of purity not leaking,” he explained that very ampule as he held it above her head, showing it to everyone.
“And what is in there, Sir Orian?” asked the same person.
“Dragon’s tear,” he answered, again, with a flat face expressionless.
“Dragon’s tear? Is that even possible?”