Chapter 78– Plague VIII
Beneath the Dragoneye Moons
I woke up, ravenous, and slightly confused. Wasnât I just in the clinic room inside the temple? As I slowly shook sleep off, and Elaine.exe booted up fully, the fogginess in my head vanishing, I realized what mustâve happened.
My âone moment of restâ had led to me passing out, falling into a sleep so deep I hadnât noticed being carried back to the Argo. I mustâve been more tired than I thought, gone longer and harder than I believed.
Well, there was no changing what had happened. Time to get up, get back in the clinic, and get back to healing people.
âMorning Elaine!â Artemis jumped on me playfully, having me go half-splat back into my sleeping bag. âHowâre you feeling?â She asked.
âBlah.â I tried to say. Being hungry, thirsty, and my face in my sleeping roll made it come out unintelligible, even to me.
âHere. Eat.â Artemis said, thrusting a bowl of food and a cup of water into my hands. I ate and drank without thinking about it, without checking what I was even eating.
âWelcome back.â Julius said drily, in a non-too-amused tone. âYou need to work on pacing yourself.â
I didnât agree â there were people to be saved, âpacing myselfâ just translated to âlet people dieâ, but I nodded anyways, too hungry to argue.
The rest of the team was lounging around in the Argo, making it somewhat cramped. Yay for being short! I wasnât feeling the pinch nearly as badly as Arthur was.
Speaking of, he was still dozing as well, so it was nice to not be the last one awake for once.
We waited for a bit, killing time until Arthur woke up, sleepy and grumpy. Ah well.
Arthur ate, then we got down to business.
âYesterday, Investigations went around and talked with people all over town. Docks, marketplace, main streets, back streets, everywhere. Stories seem to be roughly the same. Plague showed up about a year ago. People arenât reliable about the symptoms though â most insist that the plague showed up with everything all at once, a few people say it changed around two months in to include the vomiting.â Julius said, quickly summarizing his findings. âWe put in as many pins as we found cases of. Also, some of the coins seemed a bit strange to me. Origen, can you check?â Julius asked, handing over a handful of coins to Origen.
âArtemis, Elaine, what were your findings from yesterday?â Julius asked, as Origen started to trace mysterious inscriptions.
âBleeding Plague is almost certainly transmissible from person to person.â I started. âVomiting Plague isnât transmissible from person to person. I canât be completely sure of it, but Bleeding Plague patients occasionally needed me to heal Artemis or myself, while that never happened with Vomiting Plague-only patients.â
âOh,â I said, realizing I should state the obvious, even though weâd half-discussed it yesterday. âI completely agree with the [Plague Healer]. There are two plagues, not one. I have no idea whatâs going on if they both showed up at the same time. If the second one showed up after the first, it could be enough things broke down to let the plague in.â I said.
Julius and the rest of the team traded looks with each other.
âPeople are unreliable.â Kallisto stated. âThey think they remember one thing, but theyâre completely wrong about it. Who remembers exactly when things start? I bet there are things on this trip we wouldnât remember, forget the relatively irrelevant details of a plague. All people know is when it started, and that itâs killing them.â
âElaine, I need details on the second plague. Can a person with the disease pass it onto someone else that doesnât have it, indirectly? Or is there a source constantly spewing out disease? Iâm unclear on this.â Julius asked.
I weighed what he was saying, thinking about it.
âIndirect transmission, like re-infecting a vector, then having that vector infect someone else, is totally possible.â I said. âItâs how the Black Plague spread. A flea had the disease, would jump on someone, bite them, infect them. Other fleas would also jump on later, bite them, get infected. Theyâd then move onto other people. They were both the reservoir, and the method of infection. Kill all the fleas, and you were set.â
âWe canât kill all the fleas in a town.â Arthur said. âThereâs no way.â
âNo, but you can kill almost all the rats, and tackle the disease from that direction. And if you know â you announce that fleas are the problem, to kill fleas, to kill rats â people should put forth an effort towards it. Enough to make a dent, and possibly get this under enough control to burn it out, without the 3rd deciding to do their own version of burning.â I said.
There was a pause there as everyone digested what I was saying, only for Origen to interrupt.
âCounterfeit. Mage-Conjured.â He said, holding up the coin and a metal plate with glowing inscriptions.
âGods damnit all, another thing to worry about.â Maximus cursed.
â20 coins itâs a newish mage that has no idea what theyâre doing.â Kallisto immediately took out some coins. âThe lack of detail suggests a low control level. Any takers?â
Julius said nothing, just had a deep frown on his face.
âNo.â Origen said.
We all looked at him. He gave an exasperated twitch of his beard, clearly annoyed that heâd have to talk and explain this to all of us.
âNo. We shouldnât go after this mage. Heâs keeping the town afloat. How many people did you see with bad coins? Do you think theyâre all stupid, all unable to figure out theyâre fake?â He said, a monthâs worth of words in a single go.
âLaconia is poor. Yes, we have soldiers. Weâre the mightiest warriors in Remus.â
There were some boos and jeering at that, but it was more of a good-natured rivalry. The floodgates were open though, Origen had found his voice and he was not going to stop until heâd said his piece.
âBut none of that money stays. Soldiers come with money, spend it. Then farmers come, take some money. Merchants come, and more money vanishes. Tax collectors. Buying metal. Buying wood. Buying pretty dyes. Wool. Four months after the soldiers have left, the man with 10 coins left is as rich as the governor. Trade stalls. People start getting hungry, not because they donât work, or donât have goods, but because there are no coins to make it work. People start bartering, and it gets somewhat ugly, until soldiers come back. Flood the town with coins. And it repeats. Itâs why I practice Inscriptions. I want to show my fellow Laconians a new way. A new path forward. People will come all over to see me, to buy my things, and more will follow in my footsteps.â
Advanced economics from Origen? You could push me over with a feather, and from the looks of it, you could push almost all of us over with a feather.
âHere has the same problem. Money leaves. Money doesnât come back. Whoâs paying for things from a plague town? Nobody. This mage is the only source of coin, the only reason things in this town arenât even worse. Heâs probably rich. Heâs also saved the town. We ignore.â
Origen sat down, arms crossed at that pronouncement. Julius was blinking, owl-like, still trying to process what he heard. Maximus had started writing down what Origen was saying, but had paused halfway through.
âWell then.â Julius said, pausing. âThatâs a lot. Thanks friend, weâll do as you say. Focus is still on the plague.â
âIfâ¦â Julius said slowly, thinking about it. âIf we hear a large number of complaints about this mage, whoever he is. Then we might look into it. For now, weâll leave it.â
âQuestion.â I said, jumping in, wanting to change the topic. âCould we have another person on the Healing team? Right now, Origenâs on his own a bunch while he ferries people back and forth, and with how important it is to stick together, wellâ¦â I said, trailing off.
Julius immediately shook his head.
âOur team splits in two. We talked last night. Origenâs either in the room where thereâs a dozen guards, or in the hallway to your clinic. Thatâs close enough to additional armed forces. You were able to last a solid chunk of time, as a healer with no physical stats, against three level 200ish assailants. Origen is stronger than he looks. Short of the entire guard deciding all at once to murder him, heâd last long enough for you and Artemis to back him up.â
âIf something can kill all three of you, weâre doomed anyways. We do lose a Ranger squad about once every twenty years that way, either to a rebellion just starting in a town as Rangers arrive, and the team trying to single-handedly suppress it, or due to a Ranger squad being so abusive that the entire local guard comes down on them without waiting for a Sentinel to handle the issue.â
âNo, what worries me is a riot. This town is prime for one, and itâs only a matter of time before some stupid incident causes the two cults to tear each otherâs throat out, at which point the 3rd
would be entirely justified at razing the town to the ground.â
Artemis had a grim, faraway look, making me suspect sheâd been in the midst of a riot. Or two. Or perhaps had even incited one. Knowing her, very possible that sheâd incited a riot, perhaps even deliberately.
âDo we need to know anything else before we get going? Or do you need anything from us?â I asked, itchy to start, to get back healing. I was regenerating mana, and my mana pool was full, wasting it. I was cognizant of the time, of every four minutes or so passing being another person I didnât, couldnât save.
âA quick round of healing for all of us.â Kallisto quickly jumped in, having the sack over his head already.
I refrained from rolling my eyes â a healthy fear of the plague was better than a cavalier attitude towards it, and hit everyone with a dose of [Phases] just in case.
Everyone was fine.
âI think youâre all set. Stay safe.â Julius dismissed up, shooing us out with his hand.
I was off like a bolt, Artemis on my heels, Origen slowly taking up the rear. We were still near the temple â where had the horses been stored? â and I quickly found my way back to my work room, Artemis on my heels. Origen had gone directly to the main patient room to grab someone.
I settled in for a long day of healing.
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Medicine] has reached level 127!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 107!]
âElaine, Iâm dropping off Herodotos and another apprentice for you. Good luck today.â Markus said, Herodotos and another apprentice shuffling in as I continued to stare at the map. There was a pattern here, I knew it. I just needed to see it.
âWelcome. When youâre full on mana, feel free to do a bit of healing. Otherwise, help me re-hydrate people who have the Vomiting Plague. Ok?â
âOk.â He said.
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Oath of Elaine to Lyra] has reached level 114!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 108!]
âThereâs no way blood circulates. It oscillates. Is this the nonsense youâve been saying is so good?â Unnamed apprentice said to Herodotos, between yet another lecture.
I wanted to cry in frustration, but Artemis simply filled the room with her power, all of our hair standing on end. It kept discipline, it kept people questioning me, but at the point of a sword â or lightning bolt â wasnât how I wish it was done.
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 109!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Constellation of the Healer] has leveled up to level 147! +10 Free Stats, +15 Mana, +15 Mana Regen, +15 Magic power, +15 Magic Control from your Class! +1 Free Stat for being Human! +1 Mana, +1 Mana Regen from your Element!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Celestial Affinity] has reached level 147!]
âArtemis, Iâm going to dump my free stats into my Mana Regeneration, ok?â
Artemis looked like she wanted to protest, but closed her mouth as another patient was brought in on a stretcher. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the calculation of lives saved, the odds of her changing my mind.
âYou know best healy-bug.â
[Mana Regen: 11,485] (Per Hour)
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 110!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Warmth of the Sun] has reached level 119!]
âElaine. Eat.â Artemis ordered.
âJust after this patient.â I brushed her off.
âYouâve been saying that for the last 20 patients. Eat.â
âHang on, one moment.â
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 111!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Oath of Elaine to Lyra] has reached level 115!]
âWhat do you mean, dead?â The husband was crying, tears flowing down his face, facing the truth, his wife was gone. The son wasnât accepting it, becoming angry, hand on his sword.
âLiar!â He yelled at me, drawing his sword.
Artemis disarmed him. Literally.
âBehave.â She said, as the husband threw himself on top of his son.
âMercy, please!â The husband yelled. âIâve lost everyone else.â
I sighed.
âGive him here. Iâll fix his arm.â
Thousands of mana needed to fix his arm. I gave him an evil eye.
âBecause of your rash actions, ten people arenât going to be healed. I wonât have the mana for it.â
The pain of his arm being removed had been enough to cool him down, and he had the grace to look ashamed.
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 112!]
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Phases of the Moon] has reached level 113!]
âItâs an interesting question,â New-apprentice said, having warmed up to me over the course of the day, regardless of my âradicalâ ideas. âif you shouldâve healed that man or not.â He said, referring to the idiot Artemis disarmed.
âWhoâs worthy of healing?â He stated.
âEveryone. Not a question.â I said, still pissed and sour at him, exhausted from being kind and caring to all my patients today. I just had no bandwidth left, nothing to give to anyone else.
âWell yes. But in his case, if you didnât fully fix his arm, just stopped the bleeding, heâd live. And youâd be able to save ten or more people from the plague. Was he a good use of your mana? Could there be a better use for it?â He was picking up steam, as I healed another patient, Origen turning around to get someone else.
âProbably not.â I reluctantly conceded.
âWhich leads to a follow up. Youâre healing the very sickest patients. Most of the other healers wonât touch them.â
âWhat!â I squawked out in indignation, looking every inch a 14-year-old. âWhy!?â I demanded, turning on him in a fury.
He leaned back, raising his hands up defensively. Artemis tensed â bored and on a hair trigger was a bad, bad combination.
âItâs something Markus teaches all of us! Heal one person whoâs going to die today, or heal ten people whoâll die next week. If you heal the one person, seven out of the ten people will need the same level of healing in three days. By then, you can only heal one of them. The other six die. Each person you heal today, when theyâre that sick, on deathâs door, damns the other six to a grave.â
âYouâve mustâve seen the pyres. The gravediggers and their wagons in the street, collecting bodies. Heard the cries of family members discovering their loved one dead. Weâre nowhere close to having this under control. By handling the moderate cases, we prevent them from escalating, reducing the overall number of dead. Moderate cases also donât need whatever touch-ups youâre doing to fix sores, bad lungs, and whatever other damage is present.â
I looked at him in horror.
âYou didnât know?â
[*Ding!* Congratulations! [Learning] has reached level 121!]
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[Name: Elaine]
[Race: Human]
[Age: 14]
[Mana: 2415/7190]
[Mana Regen: 11485]
Stats
[Free Stats: 0]
[Strength: 43]
[Dexterity: 79]
[Vitality: 65]
[Speed: 80]
[Mana: 719]
[Mana Regeneration: 1370]
[Magic Power: 667]
[Magic Control: 1175]
[Class 1: [Constellation of the Healer - Celestial: Lv 147]]
[Celestial Affinity: 147]
[Warmth of the Sun: 119]
[Medicine: 127]
[Center of the Galaxy: 126]
[Phases of the Moon: 113]
[Eyes of the Milky Way: 94]
[Veil of the Aurora: 110]
[Vastness of the Stars: 127]
[Class 2: [Pyromancer - Fire: Lv 39]]
[Fire Affinity: 39]
[Fire Resistance: 39]
[Fire Conjuration: 39]
[Fire Manipulation: 39]
[Fuel for the Fire: 31]
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[Class 3: Locked]
General Skills
[Identify: 81]
[Recollection of a Distant Life: 79]
[Pretty: 101]
[Vigilant: 110]
[Oath of Elaine to Lyra: 115]
[Ranger's Lore: 67]
[Running: 74]
[Learning: 121]
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