Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 437: Regaining Hope

Yan was a little surprised to see Zach devote himself and his maids to helping out Storum and the people struck by the war. Zach had seemed like the war had nothing to do with him, after all. But it was a sign that he cared about the people in the East.

It was unlikely that he had anything to do with his family’s treason.

It was still too soon to say anything, though. So, Yan continued to keep a close eye on Zach’s activities and look for any signs that he was communicating with his family. He didn’t find anything.

The only thing Zach talked about was getting people aware of the Nyasm Desert Guild. It had made a decent splash in the capital, but the guild’s renown had yet to spread beyond Spiros. There weren’t many who were aware of the revolutionary and relatively cheap potions.

There had been a hiccup in the guild’s operation due to Zach being labeled as a traitor. But with Zach out of the picture, Derot didn’t have much trouble washing the guild’s image clean and started working the alchemists to the bone to produce as many potions as possible before the price of ingredients soared due to the war.

The cooperative relationship with the Imperial Palace was also more of a research-based one with solely the Imperial Alchemist Department. The guild’s potions hadn’t spread to the army.

But with Zach sowing the seeds, it wouldn’t take long before the merchants working for the army in the war sent word to the guild to purchase potions.

Along the way, Zach’s identity and relation to the Guild would come to light. But that would only cause trouble to Derot and had nothing to do with Zach. Any who had issues with his identity as a suspected traitor would take it up with him if they had the balls.

There were many who planned to do just that once word spread inside Storum that Zacharia Evandiel had arrived. Storum wasn’t as close to the Evandiels as the residents of Ciel, the Duchy’s capital that had been right by the Duke’s estate, had been, but they were still familiar with Zach to a certain degree. They were also familiar with the Evandiels.

They were part of the East. They felt the betrayal of their supposed protectors with every acquaintance, friend, and relative who was fighting or hadn’t managed to escape the barbarians.

The fact that Zach was in the city without being in cuffs was proof that there wasn’t proof of his involvement. Naturally, more than a few citizens wanted to put Zach in his place and vent their anger.

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Yanael stopped them. Lahso stopped them. The second imperial prince’s presence stopped them. They had no choice but to watch from afar with burning coal in their eyes. They had no choice but to watch as Zach extracted materials for his maid to concoct carriage-loads of potions.

They had no choice but to watch as Zach’s face grew pale by the end of the day as he overexerted himself. They had no choice but to watch Zach, unable to extract more materials, join his other maids in tending to the wounded entering the city from the East.

He wasn’t a miraculous healer or anything, but he had been injured enough that he knew what to do with injured people. He also wasn’t squeamish or balked at the sight of people’s guts hanging out of their bandages.

Surprisingly enough, he also had a calming effect on the ones in so much pain that they could not sleep and even screamed while unconscious.

The ones who made it to Storum were the ones not mortally wounded since they were given treatment further out or died before receiving treatment. But that didn’t mean they weren’t grievously injured.

He also talked to people who had lost their limbs and helped them cope with their situation. Losing an arm, a leg, or even ’just’ a hand was crippling. It could completely ruin someone’s life since they would have lost their livelihood. Discover hidden tales at novelbuddy

Zach knew two people who had lost their limbs, who had gone through the same ordeal. Nessa and Julius had their familiars to rely on, so they weren’t completely lost in the world even after they lost their arms and hands.

But neither had relied only on their familiars after their accidents. Nessa had learned to fight and make up for the imbalance. She had even learned how to trick her opponents by motioning that she was going to swing with her right arm, the one she had lost.

Zach knew she had been worried and despaired quite a bit when it first happened. But she got back on her feet and soared, managing to summon even an S-rank familiar.

Losing a limb was tragic.

But it was not the end.

Zach looked for the most despair-ridden places in the medic tents and cleared the air with shitty jokes and frank talks while easing the patients’ pains.

Eventually, those who could move unassisted started doing that. They started joining Zach on his rounds and helping talk to other patients and dress their wounds as best as they could. Sometimes, they were just in the way since they were soldiers or ordinary people caught up in the fighting between the Empire and the barbarians. But they were willing to learn, and they sincerely wanted to help their fellow patients.

Zach’s influence over Storum was undeniable. The upset citizens of Storum who did not want a filthy traitor in their midst lost their chance to speak. They lost any feelings of rage they had toward Zach.

He was on their side. He couldn’t be blamed for what his family had done.

Instead of trying to vent their feelings of being betrayed on him, they should just join the war efforts. It was a situation where they couldn’t be too helpful. There couldn’t be too many working hands available.

Storum was the first city to regain hope in the fight against the barbarians.