Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1427

The following day, Jeremiah went to the Royal Medical Department.

All the court physicians, including the head physician, were present. Jeremiah sat, his gaze heavy as he surveyed them all.

"I have only one question for you," he began. "Do you have any hope of curing His Majesty's illness?" The physicians fell into a long silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the head physician, Desmond Walker, looked up with tired eyes. The red veins around them were a testament to sleepless nights. He shook his head.

"No, we do not."

"Not even a glimmer of hope?" Jeremiah asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Not even the smallest chance, a method, anything?"

Once again, the room was filled with silence. Jeremiah's eyes dimmed, his expression sinking until it was devoid of light. With a deep sigh, he finally spoke, his voice heavy with resignation.

"Can you extend his life for two more years if we gather the full strength of the Royal Medical

Department?"

Desmond bowed his head, his face filled with shame. "Mr. Murray, this illness is fierce once it flares up. Forget two years-even a single year...would be difficult."

This time, it was Jeremiah's turn to fall silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice sharp with authority. "Keep your mouths shut about this."

He slowly walked out of the Royal Medical Department, pulling his cloak tighter around himself. The chill in the air was biting, a reminder that the year was drawing to a close. The cold seemed to seep into his very bones, relentless and unyielding.

in the Royal Medical Department had been on all night, and none of the royal physicians had left

knew something had

claimed she was feeling dizzy and called for Desmond to attend her. After he arrived and examined her, he said, "It's likely because you didn't sleep well, Your

stood stiffly as he already understood-Victoria had sensed something. Now, he was just waiting for her to ask. He had served in the palace long enough to know that very little could truly be kept from Victoria-unless she chose not to

from the room, leaving him alone with her. The sunlight was faint, tempered by the sharp, cold wind that

"What illness does the king have, that it requires so many

eyes reddened. He choked out the words,

the tips turning white from the pressure. Her voice, though steady, held a barely

it

a whisper. "We are...still trying

complexion draining of color, her lips turning pale. For a long moment, she sat in silence. Finally, she asked,

she had her

eyes but she held them back

to ask where

and called

still in the royal study, she quickly made

slightly hunched, weighed down by the news she had just

enter the royal study, he understood that she

greet her, even offering a smile. "Is something wrong? Why not just send someone to

you to

study was filled