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.

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

knew something had

she was feeling dizzy and called for Desmond to attend her. After he arrived

understood-Victoria had sensed something. Now, he was just waiting for her to ask. He had served

faint, tempered by

dark circles beneath Desmond's eyes. "What illness does the king have, that it requires so many physicians to

choked out the words, barely

words. Her fingers tightened around the armrests, the tips turning white from

will it

lowered his gaze, his voice almost a whisper. "We are...still trying to find

her lips turning pale. For a long moment, she sat in silence. Finally,

had her answer,

held them back

to ask where

Desmond and

When she learned he was still in the royal study, she quickly made her way

straight posture now appeared slightly hunched, weighed down by the news she

saw Victoria enter the royal study, he

a smile. "Is something wrong?

need for you to come all the way here

was filled with the