The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

Davey pulled out another parasite from the belly of the large freshwater fish called Janar, in addition to the one that had been turned into ashes.

"Ugh! Get that away! Not here!" Unable to bear the horrific sight, one of the nobles covered his mouth with his hand and scolded Davey, "Damn! Just looking at it makes me want to puke!"

All emotion vanished from Davey's face. "You find this disgusting?"

"What, what?! Did I say something wrong?!"

"Does this look disgusting to you?"

At Davey's question, the man shuddered even more. "Heavens! Is it supposed to be cute?! Ah, damn! I fear it might come up in my dreams!"

"Well, it is disgusting. But that's not the important thing, is it?" Davey asked, with an impassive expression. "You seem to be a member of the Coalition for Disease Control."

"Yes, yes! I am Viscount Rutismar." The man’s face contorted as if he desperately wanted the parasite removed from his line of sight. "I am well aware of the tales about you, Prince Davey. But to bring such a dreadful creature into this important conference room! Are you in your right mind?"

"That's what I want to ask."

Holding a parasite presumed to have germs of the Monochrome Malady disease, which closely resembled the Black Death, Davey tightened his grip on it and incinerated it. Then, he approached Viscount Rutismar again.

"Eek! Don't, don't come near! Your hands, those horrific germs!"

Although the man recoiled in fear, Davey silently approached him and said, "Yes, germs. Indeed, they're germs. But if you wish to solve this situation, you shouldn't react like that, Count Rutismar."

"..."

"You've never treated patients here, have you?" Davey asked coldly.

"What, what?!"

"So, you're not interested in what this means."

‘He should know, he's no fool.’

However, Viscount Rutismar glared at Davey, stuttering as if his pride had been hurt.

Hidden in Davey’s pocket was Perserque, who could observe him more accurately than Davey, whose abyss power had greatly weakened. She had evaluated Viscount Rutismar in two ways: as a beneficiary of nepotism and as a quack doctor who had never treated a patient.

Here, there was nobody else besides patients, doctors, soldiers, and knights who transported the sick or cleared away corpses. If he was a quack who had never treated a patient, despite being a member of the Coalition for Disease Control and having come this far, the implication was obvious.

Feeling extremely insulted, Viscount Rutismar glared at Davey and turned around. "First of all, there's no guarantee that the parasite spreads the disease!"

His rebuttal was indeed a possibility. Despite what Davey said, it must have sounded like nonsense to them.

Immediately, Viscount Rutismar and his party started arguing.

"First and foremost, this is an isolated area under the independent jurisdiction of the Coalition for Disease Control! This is our jurisdiction!"

"I did not allow outsiders to come in and cause a mess!"

Davey nodded, then took out a large letter and waved it in front of Viscount Rutismar. "I hereby fire you in the name of the Deputy Chief of the Coalition for Disease Control.”

With that declaration, he slashed his hand across his neck as Viscount Rutismar’s face reddened.

"The reason why the Three Empires and each country support the Coalition for Disease Control financially is to protect those who really need help."

‘Not to provide a position and pocket money for people like you old bastards.’

"F-Fired?! I can't accept this unfair treatment!"

"Think whatever you want. This place is off-limits to anyone except personnel, isn't it? Get him out," Davey calmly stated.

His words were met with silence all around.

However, as soon as one of the committee members saw the emblem Davey held, which symbolized the authority of the Three Emperors, he hastily exclaimed, "The mithril emblem symbolizing the authority of the Three Emperors!"

There was no way they could miss the significance of Davey possessing it. Then, they finally acknowledged that Davey truly held the power of the Deputy Chief. The knights and soldiers, one by one, stepped forward and began to escort Viscount Rutismar out.

"Let go of me! This is unfair treatment! Prince Davey! You cannot do this to me!"

"Why not? If there's a useless troll, we have to quickly get rid of them."

‘Sorry, but your dirty internal dealings and positions are none of my concern.’

"Let go of me!! Let me go!! Prince Davey!! Prince Davey!!"

As he watched the screaming Viscount Rutismar being dragged away, Davey casually dusted off his hands and opened his mouth again. "Any other complaints?"

Those who had been taking the same position as Viscount Rutismar averted their eyes all at once. They realized that they had made a mistake.

As a silent calm took over, Davey moved forward with satisfaction. "Now that we've dealt with the nuisance, let's start the treatment quickly. It's not a disease that takes long to cure if you know how, Senior Researcher Penicillin."

"Yes... Yes!" Senior Researcher Penicillin, startled, looked at Davey.

"I've heard that Senior Researcher Penicillin is quite skilled in antigen collection and antibody production."

"Yes, that's correct."

At that, Davey took his hand and drew upon divine power. Although Senior Researcher Penicillin looked at him with a complex expression, Davey ignored him and gave his body a thin coat of divine power.

'Divine power has gotten weaker.'

Divine power was a magic that imitated the power of a god. In terms of difficulty, it was much easier than command magic or elemental magic. However, as the influence of God on this land weakened, divine power naturally weakened as well. And there was only one reason why the power of divine magic had noticeably weakened: the influence of Goddess Freyja on this land had significantly diminished.

Goddess Freyja, who had previously shouldered the brunt of the repercussions intended for Davey under the guise of divine punishment, was now facing difficulties due to her impact on this land.

‘I'm going to experience a severe regression in the level of divine power if I'm not careful.’

Davey was the cause of this situation, but he had decided not to care. He should be glad that he did not completely drive away the influence of the goddess from this land.

"What are you…?"

"I just gave you a simple blessing, just in case. Your task, Senior Researcher, is to collect the parent virus of this disease, the Monochrome Malady virus, from these creatures through the sample that Rinne has brought. Simple, isn't it?"

Penicillin started sweating.

"Simple, isn't it?"

"Yes..."

From Penicillin’s reluctant answer, it seemed that this was no easy task.

"But don't worry. Whether you're a nerd or a researcher, there's one thing in common. Everything is possible if you work hard enough."

"Right... That's the true nature of Davey that I know," Perserque whispered.

"I didn't ask him to do the impossible," Davey replied quietly.

In response to Davey's rebuttal, Perserque remained silent.

"Then, Your Highness, are there any remaining tasks for the disease?"

Upon hearing that, Davey moved forward quietly. "We need to check that now. Baron Gorneo, please separate the patients with particularly severe symptoms."

All the clues were inside the patients' bodies. The culprit was bound to be there.

* * *

"This is it... This is where we have isolated the patients whose conditions are the worst. Whether they undergo surgery or not, they are almost at the brink of death," Bernardo, who replaced Baron Gorneo to assist Davey in categorizing the patients, explained.

Davey quietly nodded in response. Then, he slowly approached a patient who emanated the smell of death.

The woman, with black spots all over her body, appeared as if she could perish at any moment. Observing this patient who was unable to engage in proper conversation, Davey wordlessly conjured light at the tip of his finger and examined her pupils. As usual, he opened her mouth to assess her oral condition and proceeded to examine every part of her body, from the chest to the navel and private areas.

Hypocria was undoubtedly a remarkable doctor. She had attained her status as a godlike healer solely through her medical skills, devoid of any hint of magical elements. Having learned from her, he did not consider his medical skills to be inferior.

Woong!!

Also, she was unable to treat or diagnose patients using holy or elemental magic. Davey was different from her in these aspects.

Woong!!!!

With the increasingly strong resonance of mana, blue mana left an afterimage along Davey’s fingertips. What Davey was searching for was an unusual mana reaction. If Monochrome Malady arose from simple genetic mutations, there would have been cases in the past. However, this accursed disease was an isolated occurrence, never seen before. Unless it was something from such a distant time that it was scarcely mentioned in historical records, if it was a recently emerged disease, there must be only one reason.

While Davey silently assessed the patient's condition, a sound of someone having a seizure could be heard in the distance.

"Prince Davey!"

"I told you, don't panic."

Davey's words made Bernardo flinch.

"Go and fetch a scalpel."

Davey's instruction elicited vigorous nodding.

Before leaving the Ordem territory, Davey had given Baron Gorneo a small notebook. It contained information that would prove helpful for medical knowledge. If Baron Gorneo read and absorbed the contents of the notebook, he would be equipped to handle such situations.

While Baron Gorneo hurried off to find a scalpel, Davey approached the patient whose condition had significantly worsened, causing them to have a seizure.

"Oh my god!" Bernardo hastily followed, covering his mouth with one hand and frowning. "If it has progressed this far..."

"A tumor has formed within the blood vessel. If we don't perform surgery right now, this patient will die."

Baron Gorneo trembled as he looked at Davey. "But where in the blood vessel has the tumor formed?"

"Just watch and learn."

Baron Gorneo’s eyes widened in surprise.

Silently, Davey inspected the sterilized scalpel that Baron Gorneo had brought. It had been a while since Davey had felt such a grip.

With skillful precision, Davey rotated the blade of the scalpel and swiftly made an incision in the patient's torso, pressing down on the wound with his other hand. "Where the blood has clotted, there's bound to be a clue. Don't merely rely on your eyes; use your fingertips to observe."

"..." Bernardo swallowed his saliva in response to Davey's words.

It was challenging to determine where and how the blockage occurred just by visual inspection, but considering the symptoms and time, Davey could roughly identify the location of the blockage.

"Found it."

Soon after Davey's eyes sparkled, he infused mana into the patient without administering any anesthetic.

[Pain Relief]

Then, Davey also blew in holy magic.

[Bleeding Control]

[Holy Coating]

It was a spell created to prevent severe injuries from causing blood loss.

Except for Baron Gorneo, the other members of the Coalition for Disease Control who followed Davey simply stared blankly at his actions. They were supportive of Davey like Baron Gorneo, but they couldn't help feeling a bit intimidated by him.

It was understandable. How much experience could a young prince have? They considered Davey to be something unusual and difficult to accept in a traditional sense.

As soon as the two spells took effect within the patient's body, Davey made an incision with the scalpel, causing blood to flow out, indicating internal bleeding.

"Ah, aargh! Internal bleeding!"

"How can this be?"

If the body cavity became filled with blood, it would be impossible to locate and treat the wound. As Davey fell silent for a moment in a situation where surgery seemed impossible with their current medical technology, one of the committee members cautiously approached him.

"Your Highness, we can't do anything... The disease has progressed too far, and it's even causing complications like internal bleeding. In this situation, cutting into the body and performing surgery would be like killing the patient right away!"

"The patient will die anyway if we don't do anything. We will proceed with the surgery."

"Of course, it's impossible... What?"

Without proper medical equipment, the surgical procedure itself differed from what Davey had experienced in his past life on Earth. It seemed nearly impossible for them, but Davey unhesitatingly plunged his hand in.

Let's not forget. Although Tionis' medical techniques differed from those on Earth during Davey's previous life, he was not merely at the level of Tionis. As the sole disciple of Hypocria, who was renowned as a godlike doctor, Davey possessed exceptional skills and knowledge.