Chapter 43
It was the morning of the seventh day since Killian had stayed in Porhen.
Upon waking, he noticed something unusual about his lower body and sprang up.
“This is…!”
The center of his trousers was bulging. Killian immediately reached down and touched it. His fingers brushed against a thick glans, and his palm rubbed against a hard shaft.
No matter how he touched it—here or there—this was undeniably an e***t p***s.
And not just any e******n, but the natural morning one that a healthy man experiences.
It was a phenomenon he had never had since contracting his impotence.
“Your Majesty, did you cough?”
To the overjoyed Killian came the morning greeting of the imperial physician. Killian, his voice flushed with excitement, answered the greeting.
“Enter.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The imperial physician and an attendant entered the room. Killian was about to share this joyous news, but his member was still—
He realized it was fully e***t and froze. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, he subtly turned his body to the side.
The Imperial physician found Killian’s behavior strange. Had something gone wrong? He carefully studied the Emperor, and when his gaze reached the man’s center, he couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
“Your Majesty, below—!”
Killian quickly cut him off.
“Do not speak of it aloud. I am aware of it myself.”
“Oh, great Nemela.”
The Imperial physician even called upon the Empire’s guardian deity to give thanks. Killian, now even more embarrassed, cleared his throat. Only then did the physician regain his composure and signal to the attendant.
The attendant, who had been pouring tea, offered a respectful bow before leaving the room. Once the door was fully closed, the physician immediately spoke.
“Your Majesty, please have a seat here.”
Killian quietly sat down in a chair by the tea table. From the teacup, filled with a pale pink liquid, a gentle fragrance rose and filled the room. Seated opposite him, the Imperial physician spoke cautiously.
“It is an excellent sign, but I would not call it a complete recovery.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You must be able to stop the medicine entirely without any recurrence of symptoms. If that period lasts for more than a month, we can consider it a full recovery.”
“I see.”
Killian’s expression darkened slightly. The Imperial physician, in an attempt to console him, spoke in a brighter tone.
“Still, it seems the cause of Your Majesty’s illness truly was overwork. After just a few days of rest, you’ve regained such firmness… and above all, your complexion has improved greatly. How about continuing to take regular breaks like this even after returning to the Empire?”
“I will consider it.”
“Hmm…”
The physician let out a thoughtful hum before launching into a fervent lecture about how rest would remain essential in the future. Killian silently let the words pass in one ear and out the other. Normally, he would have told the man to stop, but since he was in a good mood today, he decided to at least pretend to listen.
After going on for a while, the physician suddenly clapped his hands, as if recalling something.
“Ah, Your Majesty, the illness aside, shouldn’t we determine the cause of this sudden… excitement? I heard it happened yesterday as well.”
“…Yesterday was particularly intense.”
“Just as I suspected, then—the medicine isn’t the cause.”
“That’s right.”
“Is there any other factor you can point to?”
“No. Apart from the new medicine and the princess, my life here is exactly the same as it is in the Empire.”
“If that’s the case…”
The Imperial physician sank into deep thought. While arousal wasn’t necessarily a bad sign for a sovereign who had suffered from impotence, if it persisted like this, it could begin to interfere with daily life.
Rummaging through his medical knowledge, he eventually swallowed a sigh. As a surgeon, this particular area wasn’t his specialty. In the end, he decided to follow through on the suggestion he’d made the day before.
“It may be best to remove possible causes one by one, as we discussed yesterday. Since you didn’t take any medicine yesterday, how about meeting a young lady other than the princess today?”
“Another young lady?”
“Yes. Isn’t the family of the late former Empress from Porhen? I hear the Duke’s legitimate daughter has quite a good reputation. If Your Majesty approves, I can send word to the family.”
“Ah…”
Killian’s expression turned awkward. In truth, he already had his own plan for today—a plan for which he would need the physician’s advice. After hesitating for a moment, he broached the subject.
“Rather than that, I have something to give the princess today.”
“You mean to deliver it to her in person?”
“Yes. I intend to make her a salve.”
“If you tell me its purpose, I will prepare it at once.”
“Well, it’s just that…”
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