Chapter 182

The Advent of a Holy Maiden [Part 2]

Jacob’s POV

The slum children had never touched our meals. I could not even see a shadow of the slum children who would punch, trick, or worse, kill, for a piece of bread in them.Geett the latest novels on no/v/elbin(.)c/om

I could only see holy children who sought and followed after the Holy Maiden’s instructions.

Just what on earth have they beheld?

Just how many miracles have they come to witness?

After only a few days, I had shown signs of gradually recovering from that terrible disease.

The Holy Maiden had only given me a clean bed and meals. Neither the medicine that I wanted so badly, nor a doctor was here.

At that time, I thought. ‘This must be a miracle that can cure incurable diseases.’

“Jacob-san, your wounds have also started to close. I’m sure you’ll get better and better.” The Holy Maiden smiled brightly.

I had always hated nobles. Nobles who looked down on us as if they were looking at filth.

End of Jacob’s POV

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“Nee-sama— Have you heard from the academy that school will start the day after the break?”

William spoke to Emma, who had finished serving out oranges as dessert.

“...Nee-sama, you are grinning too much, you know that?”

When Emma turned around, William could see the corner of her mouth kept rising, and thus warned her with a fed-up face.

“But William... everyone, everyone... is so cool...”

The too-big of an annex within the Stuarts’ grounds, which the family had never used before, was opened to the public as a treatment center for scurvy patients. However, in it, what awaited Emma turned out to be a beautiful miscalculation.

Most of the sailors who were forced to go on long, harsh voyages and ended up with scurvy were men who were a little over the age of active duty.

Young sailors could land themselves a job on a ship with better conditions precisely because they were still young. They could find other work just fine without having to go out of their way to work on a ship that could make them sick.

Naturally, the patients were the poor yet able-bodied 50 to 60-year-old sailors who went out on long and harsh voyages.