Chapter 68: The King’s Dignity
Chapter 68: The King’s Dignity
Even if you consider it purely from a benefits perspective, curing Baldwin IV’s leprosy would be more advantageous to Lothar. If he had to wait for a healer retainer from an unknown future card draw, Baldwin IV might not last that long.
So, Lothar made up his mind.
Just then, the room door was pushed open. Fringilla hurried in. She had been outside, thoroughly enjoying watching the training of new recruits. These recruits, using wooden swords and shields, were making a lively clattering sound, which was much much more interesting than the tedious and dull formation drills.
Fringilla entered the room, sniffed the air, and said with a suspicious look, "I seem to smell the stench of those filthy wolf cubs. Milord, surely you haven’t summoned a wolf cub, have you?"
Lothar was surprised. "You can actually smell it?"
"Yes, though it is very faint." Fringilla twitched her nose, sniffing her way closer until she was right before Lothar. She stared at the crystal vial containing the werewolf bloodline.
"Is it because of the thing in this bottle?" Fringilla was somewhat curious, then suddenly became horrified. "Milord, if you desire a supernatural bloodline, I can give you the First Embrace! Please don’t be momentarily foolish and turn into a werewolf!"
Fringilla’s face was a mask of tragedy, as if Lothar were about to fall into boundless evil, and she herself were a priest earnestly trying to dissuade him from the call of Devil.
"How is it being momentarily foolish? There’s nothing wrong with werewolves."
Seeing Fringilla’s unusual expression, Lothar had no choice but to reassure her, "Relax, it’s not like that. I don’t plan on giving up my human body for the time being."