Chapter 88: Interrupted Warmth!

“Did you sleep well?”

Spending a dreamless night, when I opened my eyes in the morning, I could see blue eyes looking at me.

He kissed my forehead and lowered his lips toward my slightly swollen eyes. I closed my eyes again. The next moment, naturally, his lips touched mine.

“Ungh…”

A moan escaped at the kiss, which was too deep for a greeting. My penis, already slightly erect because it was morning, stood up even more. His was already fully angry, poking my stomach.

“From the morning…?”

I spoke with embarrassment to him moving his waist as if digging into my back, but even to my ears, it didn’t sound like I was trying to stop him.

“I won’t do it too hard.”

The movement of his s*x rubbing over the clothes made me put strength into my hand on his back.

“Then…?”

My words kept trailing off. It was because his tongue licked my lips stickily. When tongues collided, he dug into my mouth again. The movement licking every corner harbored a clear meaning of courtship.

“Just touching. I’ll just touch, with my hand. Hm?”

At his plea pecking my lips which would be shiny with his saliva repeatedly, I lowered my hand. Opening the hem of his pajamas while smelling the scents starting to mix without knowing whose was first.

I grabbed his fully angry thing. Simultaneously, he grabbed my s*x. As if protesting to me just holding his thing, he moved his hand.

Scratching the shaft with his fingertips as if urging me to touch his like this too.

Was it because of the thought I had before falling asleep? I became able to move my hand without shame. Tightened and released the root with both hands.

Lowering my hand a bit more, I put his testicles in my palm and rolled them.

“Ugh…!”

As if stimulated by my movement, his large hand grabbed mine at once and swept it. His other hand approached in front of my lips spilling moans.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his finger. Because I knew where this hand would head.

His finger, sticky wet, fell off, and his lips stuck to mine again. I pulled down my half-removed pants with my toes.

“Heu, ugh…!”

I spilled moans into his mouth repeatedly. It was because his finger dug in at once. Did the aftermath of last night still remain? The sound of stirring the quickly wet place was heard.

From some point on, my hand was just holding his thing. Still, his thing kept getting angry. His thing digging between my groin poked the perineum. It was the moment my waist flinched on its own.

Beep. Beep.

The short message transmitter rang a short signal tone twice.

That signal is something I know now too. It was a signal that an uninvited guest had arrived.

Beeep—. Beep-beep.

“Phil…”

“Tell him to wait. The uninvited guest.”

At the rough voice stabbing up that place, I grabbed his thing again. Spat out frantically hot breath.

I felt like I became a fool who can only think of one thing.

“How do you, make me crazier, every time?”

I opened my mouth and drank his panting breath. Philius’s brow furrowed deeper.

“I am the one, who desires it more…”

His words didn’t continue to the end.

His lips swallowed my lips again. At the finger pressing the inside hard, I trembled my waist. Semen bursting from my s*x rubbed against his stomach.

I gripped his thing tight with trembling hands. Scratched the urethra.

Before long, his semen soaked my hand thoroughly.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The ceaselessly ringing signal tone entered my ears again. Although it was a signal I didn’t know yet, I felt like I knew the meaning.

It seemed the person sent by the King had arrived.

My sweat-soaked body cooled down, evoking a chill sensation.

****

I took a sip of the weak coffee Philius brewed.

Across the table in the workshop was a guest visiting this space for the first time. With eyes that lost reason like a doll.

That familiar face was the very spy of the King disguised as Count Umbra’s servant.

The King proved Philius’s words, that he thinks Philius is still a child, to be true by sending a familiar person.

In the current situation where the offensive from the Prime Minister and Duchess Mare doesn’t cease, he seemed to want to reaffirm the fact that at least the King’s Brother is still in the palm of his hand.

As my gaze turned to the spy again, Philius chuckled and opened his mouth.

“Put the necklace hanging around your neck on this table.”

At the direct command, the spy obediently untied the necklace and placed it on the table.

Just as I discovered new parts to reference from the blueprints I examined after some time, seeing the actual necklace again gave me a few new ideas.

But the most important thing is.

“The erosion has worsened.”

The fact that the contamination, which could only be observed using a loupe and spending enough time before, had now progressed enough to be discovered with the naked eye.

With what thoughts is the Queen Consort overworking this necklace? How does he live when he has to give up this necklace?

Thinking of questions for which absolutely no positive answers could return, I hid a bitter smile.

He was teaching me that I shouldn’t rely solely on the necklace.

“I have seen enough.”

Taking my eyes off the necklace, I looked back at Philius.

“Ask the questions you need to ask now.”

As if following my words, Philius opened his mouth toward the spy.

“Is His Majesty the King living comfortably these days?”

“He hasn’t been sleeping well lately. He also frequently says his head hurts.”

“Oh dear.”

Philius clicked his tongue as if truly regrettable.

“I wonder if appropriate measures are being taken for His Majesty the King.”

When he asked again, the spy answered in his characteristically emotionless voice.

“Dr. Bonum’s prescription is effective. His Majesty the King cherishes him very much.”

“Bonum?”

Almost simultaneously with Philius asking back, I frowned.

It’s a name I’ve definitely seen once. That is, in the Royal Medical Society journal. In what I looked through to find out the medical level of this era before Philius left for the New Continent.

Once I caught the clue, memories about him came to mind in a line.

Bonum served as the president of the Royal Medical Society and was an authority on herbology.

He was the person who wrote the most papers related to methodologies for selecting, extracting, and refining specific ingredients.

Also, he was the figure who criticized the paper preaching the importance of handwashing in the strongest tone.

Even the reason for publishing that paper in the Royal Society journal seemed to be to refute it.

“Do you know what prescription he gave?”

“Dr. Bonum manufactures the medicine himself and offers it to His Majesty. Therefore, I do not know Dr. Bonum’s prescription exactly. But I know a few types of herbs he uses frequently.”

“Speak.”

“Lavender, chamomile, lemon, nux vomica, coca leaves, etc. are used in large quantities.”

“That doesn’t add up.”

Words popped out reflexively.

Lavender and chamomile are representative herbs that have a nerve-calming effect. They are well known to help with deep sleep. Lemon seemed to be a prescription intended for the fatigue recovery effect of Vitamin C.

Among these, nux vomica was very heterogeneous.

A guy from the group I briefly hung out with when I was Han Jay came to mind. I don’t know where he got them, but there was a guy who always carried and ate pills said to be made from nux vomica seeds.

Nux vomica is a medicinal herb with anticancer and antibacterial effects, but it was also a central nervous system stimulant. The guy aimed for the latter effect.

Since it wasn’t a drug, I didn’t report him to the police, but seeing the guy doing things like a screw was loose in his head, I had no choice but to doubt whether nux vomica was really a safe medicinal herb.

Because on days he took an overdose, he even had convulsions. Carrying around gastrointestinal disorders was a bonus. Yet he couldn’t take it out of his mouth. It was even addictive.

Although he said with his own mouth it was no different from coffee, saying his whole body hurt if he didn’t eat nux vomica pills was never normal. When he recommended it to me too, I cut ties with the guy immediately. Even if it was a shallow relationship that wouldn’t have lasted long anyway, the guy crossed the line I could tolerate.

Coca leaves go without saying.

“Unlike lavender or chamomile, nux vomica excites nerves and is even addictive. It is also said to be a medicinal herb that relieves pain, but conversely, an addicted person feels pain if they don’t take it. Coca leaves are a stimulant and addictive substance even more than that.

If addicted, normal thinking becomes impossible. Dependence on the drug increases even more.”

Would a doctor who refuses handwashing be using medicinal herbs acting on the nervous system correctly? Before that, does he even know the word nervous system?

Qin Shi Huang, who drank mercury dreaming of eternal youth, came to mind. No, there was no need to go that far back.

Even in the late 19th century when Coca-Cola was first made, real coca leaves were put in, and it was sold as a digestive medicine.

Similarly, Dr. Bonum’s prescription lacked any understanding of the cause of symptoms or pharmacological action.

The probability of misjudging the result of addiction as the illness deepening was also high.

“How long has it been since Dr. Bonum became the King’s attending physician?”

Philius, nodding at my words, asked the spy again.

“It has been over 2 years. Because he called him to the royal palace when news came that Your Highness the King’s Brother was forcing handwashing on field hospitals.”

It was an answer that made a scoff come out naturally. It meant he called Bonum to hear words saying what the King’s Brother, Philius, was doing was meaningless.

“The King trusts Dr. Bonum, right?”

“Yes. He cherishes him calling him a divine doctor. Because he says all pain disappears cleanly when he takes the medicine he prescribed.”

“There was a reason my brother made even more foolish choices.”

When Philius frowned, I nodded.

“So I think it’s even more dangerous.”

An addict’s choice is not rational at all. It is only impulsive and self-destructive. Therefore, unpredictable.

So it was even more dangerous.

It would be good if we could reveal that the King is addicted to drugs causing delirium, but there was neither time nor method for now.

Philius was the only person who would immediately believe my words saying nux vomica and coca leaves are dangerous.

There would be no one else to listen to my words having no connection with medicine at all.

Doctors refusing even handwashing will rather drive me as a dangerous heretic.

Because magic or coca leaves would be medicinal herbs saving patients suffering from pain to them.

If it were a field hospital during war, we could at least suppress with rank, but going to a political public opinion offensive, it was a fight bound to lose.

I looked at the King’s spy standing stupidly wearing the contaminated necklace around his neck again. Strength entered my hand automatically.

Before I knew it, I was clenching my fist so hard that veins popped out on the back of my hand.

“As you said, dealing with a madman won’t be easy at all, but I have no intention of losing either. Because my everything is at stake.”

Philius kissed the back of my hand which turned white, as if swearing an oath.