Only God
Chapter 312 - 269: King of the Demigod

Chapter 312: Chapter 269: King of the Demigod

Carlo had originally been a midwife from the countryside, but she had leapt to becoming a lady in the household of the city lord after assisting his wife in childbirth.

The city lord intended to reward her handsomely, not only with the position of a lady but also with various gold and silver jewels.

Carlo gladly accepted everything and used the rewarded coins to buy fields in the city-states.

Her family, too, moved into the city, instantly leaving their village behind and becoming members of the wealthy class.

Her husband moved into a mansion in the city, and it was the first time he had seen such a refined and spacious house.

He exclaimed,

"How wonderful it would be if Amina were here."

The children heard him and couldn’t help but shed tears.

It had been less than half a year since Amina’s disappearance.

Carlo’s face darkened, but she quickly composed herself and began to cry.

Of course, she was not truly sad.

Now, wealth and honor were beckoning her.

And all this came at the expense of her youngest daughter.

Ever since she had become a lady to the city lord’s wife, Carlo had begun to make full use of the magic potions at her disposal.

From the countryside to the heart of the city-states, she had faced nothing but coarse village husbands, but now she accompanied the city lord’s wife in hosting the nobles from various parts of the kingdom.

Though Carlo was a midwife, she was quick and had sharp eyes; she carefully gathered all sorts of information about the nobles.

Eventually, one day, she met a prince.

This prince was the brother of the reigning king, whose eldest son was mysteriously afflicted with a severe illness, suffering from incessant headaches, confined to his bed.

Thus, Carlo offered her services to the prince,

"My lord, although I am a midwife, I am knowledgeable about some ancestral remedies. My grandfather told me that once in the forest, he saved a pale green elk from a hunter’s trap. He hadn’t thought much of it, but the elk then spoke, revealing itself as a servant of the Forest God Lipo..."

Carlo’s words made the prince somewhat skeptical.

After years of fruitlessly seeking famous physicians, and having heard of this midwife’s deeds from the city lord, the prince decided to trust her and took her to his own lands.

Within the prince’s family, no one had high expectations for the midwife born of the countryside.

After all, too many priests and physicians had already been here and tried various methods.

But each attempt had been futile, not only failing to alleviate the prince’s son’s suffering but even worsening his condition.

When everyone had given up,

Carlo fed the Prince’s eldest son a diluted magic potion and solemnly chanted prayers to Nakbet.

As the next day’s sun rose, the prince’s son, who had been at death’s door, miraculously recovered as if renewed.

The prince was utterly astonished, hardly believing what was happening before his eyes.

But as the child vividly appeared before him, the prince knelt down excitedly, thanking and praising the Gods for their mercy.

Carlo, seizing this opportunity, climbed another rung on the social ladder.

Through the prince, Carlo swiftly became recognized as a distinguished physician in the eyes of the royal family.

Her family also moved from their remote city-state to the small country’s royal capital.

Carlo no longer served the city lord’s family; instead, she became the royal physician, healing diseases for various princes and nobles.

Whether it was longstanding, difficult illnesses or trivial ailments, under Carlo’s care, they rapidly improved.

To conceal the witch’s magic potion, with every treatment, Carlo carefully selected herbs and insisted on being in a dark room with the patient, putting on a show as if the medicine alone relieved the illness.

As his medical exploits increased, Carlo’s fame extended beyond the small nation where she started, capturing the attention of foreign lands. In some rumors, she was even considered a Divine’s maid.

Even the Great Country of Leboga, protector of the small nation, heard of Carlo’s deeds.

Seleucus, the King of the Great Country of Leboga.

To the Divine, he was but a mortal, but he was not seen as just a mortal by his subjects.

Seleucus was the son of the Fire God, a Fourth Rank Divine. His mother, the youngest princess of Leboga, caught the eye of the Fire God due to her beauty. The god transformed into a rabbit with fiery red fur, sneaked into the palace, and stayed by her side until Seleucus was born.

He inherited his father’s red hair, the best proof of his demigod lineage. After the princess became pregnant, the Fire God left the kingdom and returned to the Celestial Kingdom. Seleucus, upon birth, was raised as a maid’s child, supposedly having no claim to the throne.

However, the old King had no surviving heirs, as the only two princes born had died before reaching adulthood.

At that time, Seleucus’s mother used up all her courage and informed the old King of Seleucus’s existence.

Initially enraged, the old King’s anger was quelled when the Fire God appeared.

His reverence for the Divine suppressed his fury. He ordered for Seleucus to be brought forth and decreed him as the heir to the throne.

Upon turning twenty, Seleucus ascended to the throne. Being born a demigod, he was graced by the Fire God’s favor. He led armies, expanded the kingdom’s territories rapidly, and became the greatest ruler in the history of Leboga through his remarkable achievements.

Now, nearly forty years old, Seleucus faced the pain of parting and death.

His Queen had fallen severely ill after giving birth to their youngest child.

"Your Majesty... I am going to die."

The Queen spoke in a low voice.

Seleucus trembled, his voice thundering:

"No, no!"

Facing the death of his closest confidant, the ruler lost his composure. Tears fell from his eyes.

Yet, the Queen smiled serenely, softly saying,

"In this world, who can avoid death except the Divine?"

After speaking, she wiped the tears from Seleucus’s eyes,

"Even the legendary hero Baird had to die in a dilapidated house. As long as Nakbet desires death to occur, my soul will leave my body and travel to the Netherworld."

Her words were poetic, yet they could not conceal her fading breath.

The demigod ruler continuously shed tears. Though he was blessed with the Fire God’s favor, capable of conjuring vast seas of flames, he could not reverse the passing of life.

Three days later, the Queen passed away.

Seleucus did not attend the Queen’s funeral. Overcome with immense grief, he secluded himself within his sleeping chambers.

The King of Leboga, accustomed to seeing corpses on battlefields, only truly appreciated life’s fragility at the death of his closest kin.

His sorrow for the Queen’s death gradually turned into a fear of death.

"Although I carry the blood of the Divine, I also carry the blood of mortals."

Seleucus looked at himself in the mirror, his hair as red as the Fire God’s, but beneath that fiery mane was still a mortal’s body,

"Even I... must die."

"Even my life... is so fragile."

"Why... must death come? Why can’t I have eternal life?"