Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 133: The Healing Of Queen Emmalise

Emmalise was fighting to stay awake. Her eyes kept drooping despite her best efforts, her body heavy with fever. Her throat burned, her skin was hot to the touch, and every breath felt like a struggle.

She could vaguely hear Claude's voice—calm, steady—speaking with the royal physician. When she managed to crack her eyes open again, he was already at her bedside.

"Am I… going to die?" she asked weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Claude wanted to laugh—not because it was funny, but because the question was so kinda stupid. It was his idea to make her sick and drink the pathogens herself. Of course she won't die as long as he still there.

Yet with the doctors and maids still present, he held back and instead replied smoothly, with a reassuring smile.

"Of course not, Your Majesty. You'll be just fine."

But before another word could be said, a loud commotion erupted outside the room. Someone was shouting, demanding entry.

The doors burst open, and in came a broad, armored man with urgent footsteps—Duke Richard.

"Emma—no, My Queen!" he cried, rushing to her side. He knelt beside the bed, grasping her frail hand in his large one. "How could you end up like this?!"

Tears welled in his eyes. "This is all my fault! If only I'd stopped you from going to that temporary hospital—Your Majesty, please punish me!"

Emmalise gave a weak shake of her head, coughing into her sleeve. "Duke Richard… don't come too close. You might catch it, too…"

She paused for breath. "It's not your fault. I must have contracted it when I visited Prince Elias…"

"I told you not to go there either!" he cried, wiping at his tears with a trembling hand.

"I know… I apologize, Duke Richard. But I'll be fine. Claude says there's a girl who might be able to help."

Richard turned his sharp gaze to Claude and stood, his posture tense. "You're certain about this? Who is she?"

"She's the assistant of a noble physician," Claude replied calmly. "She developed the treatment while volunteering at the temporary hospital—after falling ill herself."

"You want to give Her Majesty an experimental drug?!" Richard's voice rose in disbelief. His eyes were bloodshot with fury.

"Are you insane?! If her condition worsens, what will you do?"

Claude gave a slight bow, his tone unwavering. "Then I will take full responsibility, Your Grace."

"Hang me, burn me, behead me. Whatever punishment you see fit. But please… allow me to try. This is our last hope."

Despite his fury, Richard didn't speak. His jaw clenched tight, fists trembling at his sides. He knew Claude was right. The palace physicians had only made Prince Elias worse, and time was running out.

"Duke Richard," Emmalise interjected softly, "please… give him a chance. I know you've only just met Claude, but I trust him. He is someone we can rely on."

Richard's expression faltered. Her words, so gentle and certain, broke through his fear.

"…As you command, Your Majesty," he said at last, though his voice was rough with hesitation. "But if your condition worsens… I'll be the one to end him."

Claude nodded without flinching. "As you wish, Your Grace."

The wait felt like hell. Tension gripped the room like a storm cloud refusing to break. Then, a knock at the door shattered the stillness, drawing every eye toward the entrance.

A young girl and a woman stepped inside, both offering a respectful curtsy as they approached the Queen's bed.

It was Aurelia and her mother, Aubree.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," said the blonde-haired girl calmly, despite her mother's hand clinging tightly to her own. "I'm here to try and cure you."

Aubree's eyes flicked toward Claude, lingering on him with a cold, unreadable glare before she turned her face away. She still hadn't forgiven him, and Claude merely raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Your Majesty, this is the girl I mentioned—her name is Aurelia," Claude introduced her smoothly.

"Aurelia…" Emmalise repeated softly. "Come closer, dear."

Aurelia hesitated, glancing toward her mother, who gave a small nod of approval. With that, she stepped forward, the only one allowed near the Queen.

"How did you discover this medicine, and how is it made?" Emmalise asked.

She already knew the answer—Claude had explained it to her earlier—but she needed Duke Richard to hear it directly, to calm his doubts and strengthen Claude's credibility.

Aurelia glanced once at Claude before replying.

"It was something a physician I know taught me. She said every vegetable and meat has its own benefits to keep people healthy."

Her voice remained composed. "I believed if I changed my diet to strengthen my body, I could fight the disease—and I did."

"I see. So, you intend to change what I eat?" Emmalise asked, intrigued.

Aurelia nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. In addition, I developed this medicine to speed up recovery."

"When my mother fell ill, we had limited ingredients, but with a strict diet and this mixture, she recovered more quickly."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle filled with dark grey capsules.

"Please take one capsule twice a day. I will also manage your meals—from breakfast to dinner."

Emmalise nodded thoughtfully. "I believe in you."

Her gaze shifted to Duke Richard. "You may inspect the medicine and give your opinion, Duke Richard. But her approach isn't so unreasonable, is it?"

Richard sighed and accepted the bottle, turning it in his hand as he studied the contents. "What's in it?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Liver and carrot, Your Grace," Aurelia replied plainly. "I sliced them thinly, dried them out, and ground them into powder."

"Then I used gelatine to make a transparent coating so they could be stored and transported more easily."

It was almost word-for-word what Claude had written in the letter. He had replaced the original green plant in her earlier recovery with liver and carrots—both rich in vitamin A. Since it was more easier to find than the green plant in Elysium area.

It wasn't a miracle cure, but more of a nutritional supplement, many people who have strong immune systems would be able to be cured, but the one who were already too weak only had a small percentage to survive.

In other words, it might help Emmalise because she was still in the early stage—within the first three days of infection.

"Hm… So I can take it too?" Richard asked suddenly.

The room fell silent. Even Aurelia was stunned.

She blinked and looked toward Claude, who gave her a small nod.

"Yes… You can, though it's very bitter," Aurelia admitted. "And please don't take too much of it."

"I see." Without hesitation, Richard popped open the bottle and swallowed one of the capsules. "If anything happens to me, then we'll know it was poison."

Claude smirked inwardly. 'What a mad dog… This man's loyalty is insane.'

After half a day of waiting, nothing happened to Duke Richard. He remained healthy, proving that the medicine wasn't poison.

With no better alternatives, even the court eventually accepted Aurelia's "medicine," as desperation had left them with no other choice.

Following Claude's instructions, Aurelia prescribed a diet rich in vitamins and protein, like bone broth, variation of meats, greens as a vegetables and many more.

The results were undeniable—Queen Emmalise's recovery was swift and remarkable.

Within three days, her fever broke. On the fourth day, her cough and runny nose vanished.

By the end of the week, the rash had faded completely. She was officially declared healed.

Yet despite the Queen's recovery, the grim reality beyond the palace walls remained unchanged.

The infection continued to spread, now affecting over two thousand people.

The mortality rate hovered around 35%, but recovery rates were steadily improving, particularly among younger men and women as they has stronger immune system.

"Ahhh, I can finally breathe fresh air again!"

Emmalise stretched her arms while sitting upright in bed, surrounded by Claude, Duke Richard, Aurelia, and several other attendants.

"Congratulations on your recovery, Your Majesty!" Richard beamed. "But still, I advise you to rest a little longer."

Emmalise shook her head with firm resolve. "No, Duke Richard. We still have much work ahead of us."

She turned to Aurelia, her expression softening. "Thank you for your dedication, Aurelia. Because of you, I've been cured."

Aurelia gave a modest bow. "It was my duty to ensure your health, Your Majesty."

"So humble," Emmalise said with a warm smile. "But I know you can do even more. Will you help me with distributing the medicine, Aurelia?"

She looked at everyone present, her voice steady and regal. "I've already given the order for nobles to begin producing the medicine and distributing it to the common folk."

"But I also want your help to educate them about proper nutrition—just as you helped me."

Her words carried wisdom and strength, silencing the room. The air shifted—everyone could feel it. The aura of a true queen radiated from Emmalise.

All but Claude were stunned, but he simply grinned, deeply satisfied that the Queen had chosen to support the medicine's expansion.

It meant the burden of production wouldn't fall solely on Elysium.

For now, all existing capsules were produced within Elysium, but if Claude hoped to halt this world with plague, he needed aid from neighboring countries.

Aurelia's eyes sparkled. "Yes, Your Majesty! It would be my honor to help everyone!"

For the first time, she could look upon the sick without shame—only hope.

Thus, Aurelia's new duties were decided. Her days ahead would be filled with work, but for the first time, her purpose was clear.

Yet, not all were pleased with the Queen's decision.

Especially not the Everbright Church.