My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 438 - 378: Black Death

The performance ended, and the girl received her wages.

The warmth from the hot coffee wafts upwards, the wheat aroma of the bread lingers at the nose tip. Sevia holds up the bread wrapped in oiled paper, takes a small bite, appearing so moved she almost cries.

The woman sits in front of her, watching the girl eat with a full mouth, her cheeks glowing with healthy pink in the coffee's warm mist, she chuckles lightly.

"It's truly strange, are you from another village, Sevia? I don't recall hearing this name before; are you really from our area?"

Upon hearing this, Sevia hunches her shoulders, thinks it over, then buries her face in the bread and says, "I don't remember anything, I just appeared here when I woke up..."

The woman shakes her head, "Poor child, it's unrestful outside recently. Looking at how pretty you are, if you aren't the lord's daughter, you must be the child of a city merchant."

"Sigh, half a month ago, a merchant returned from the city and fell ill, causing the whole village to become a mess. Many young people in the homes have fallen ill in their prime years, such a pity."

"If it weren't for the lord managing things properly, I fear that our village wouldn't have any people now."

Sevia doesn't respond; she's only focused on solving the food in front of her.

Suddenly, a large black house rat scurries across the ground beneath her eyelids, darting into Jorff's embrace.

The lord's laughter is very hearty; his big hands laugh while slapping his thighs, not afraid of his luxurious robe being dirtied, allowing the black house rat to curl up in his arms while gently stroking its hard black fur.

Sevia hesitates for a long time before voicing her inner doubt, "Why these rats...?"

The elderly woman gestures shush, glancing towards the not-distant lord, who's still teasing the rat, with several vassals beside him, no one noticing this side's commotion.

Sevia silently keeps quiet.

"Seems like you truly don't remember anything, young lady. These aren't ordinary rats; they are our Guardian God. Without them, we wouldn't have the good life today," the elderly woman says.

"Is there necessarily a connection between the two?" Sevia's eyes flicker, she continues asking.

"Young lady, you don't know this, huh? I must tell you properly then."

The elderly woman seems to have engaged a topic of interest, folding her arms, with many past memories flashing across her eyes.

"That story goes back a long, long time ago, passed down from my grandmother's grandmother's generation."

"It's said that a long time ago this Kingdom had nothing and was constantly harassed by surrounding beasts, crops wouldn't grow in the land for years, and a natural disaster could take the lives of half the Kingdom's people."

"One day, the King invited a group of wizards to the Royal Palace. Those wizards all wore black robes, raven masks, arranged the palace interior and performed a ritual, casting powerful magic."

"People said a great wind arose within the Kingdom, the entire sky darkened, the city shook violently, and the mountain rose pushing the entire Royal Palace up into the sky."

"Wizards?" Sevia murmurs.

Here in the Wastelands, the nearest Pan-human Nest City is millions of kilometers away, except for the surrounding barbaric civilization, how could any so-called wizards have come to this country a hundred years ago?

With lingering doubts, she continues listening to the elderly woman's description, unable to determine whether the counterpart was exaggerating the scene at the time, unable to verify even today.

What concerns Sevia is an unintentional remark from the counterpart, 'people felt their bodies suddenly became a lot lighter.'

"After the King hosted a banquet for those wizards, he sent them away. The next day, the King ordered the prohibition of killing rats in the city, and also encouraged citizens to keep a rat or two at home, saying these rats could ensure prosperity and peace," the elderly woman said with a smile.

"Later, don't you think it's miraculous? After the rats increased in the city, the country genuinely slowly became stronger, those beasts didn't dare invade, the crops in the ground grew taller than people, natural disasters haven't occurred in a hundred years."

"So you see, these rats are our Guardian Gods..."

Having heard these words, Sevia can confirm.

This is the power of a miracle.

Those wizards, for unknown purposes, brought a miracle to this country, and this miracle's power is far stronger than the miracles commonly seen in the Wastelands.

These rats are the trigger for the miracle, any miracle possesses duality; when rats fall below a certain number, this Kingdom flourishes under the miracle's power.

Now, Sevia's eyes gleam with an imperceptible deep blue light, expanding her perception to several kilometers around, whether it's in the mountains, rivers, or villagers' homes, from the bed to the rice jar to the basement, countless house rats crawl and run.

This miracle seems about to erupt.

She dares not imagine,

a miracle covering such a vast area, encompassing tens of thousands of people, nurturing itself for hundreds of years, once erupted, what kind of cataclysm it would bring.

This plague, which invisibly claims countless lives, may just be the precursor to the miracle's eruption.

"Recently, recently, has the Kingdom experienced any major changes?" Sevia suddenly interrupts the elderly woman's rambling.

"Changes?" The elderly woman's brows furrow, like she's recalling something, suddenly becoming solemn, "It's General Belisa."

"General Belisa?"

"Yes, that madwoman mobilized the army and stormed the Royal Palace, taking the King hostage, ordering a mass rat slaughter within the city."

"To prevent her scandal from spreading, she ordered the soldiers to close the city gates, forbidding anyone from leaving."

"It's certainly because of her that so many people are sick. She even specially drove the sick to prisons to let them fend for themselves."

"Moreover, she dug a massive pit outside the city claiming it can hold seventy thousand people; it was that madwoman who killed those sick people, burnt bodies piling up, nearly filling the pit."

"Because of General Belisa's rebellion, harming these Guardian Gods, has led to the Kingdom now being devastated."

These words directly impact Sevia's thoughts, a strong sense of crisis quickly forms within her heart.

No... it's not like this.

That General Belisa must have noticed something, prompting her to stage a coup, seize control of the Kingdom with an iron fist.

Whether it's closing city gates, driving patients to prisons to isolate infection sources, or handling corpses, mass slaughtering rats to cut off transmission paths, it's all to suppress the plague ravaging the Kingdom and prevent the imminent eruption of the miracle.

Sevia can't help but associate previous sights and sounds, those black spots on bodies, the Titan Race female Warrior's festering cheeks and lumps under the armpits, with this plague brought by the house rats.

A word filled with death silently appears in her mind.

——Black Death.