The girl had only heard about her mother from others. Before Lolo was even a month old, her mother, Eluria, had passed away. The cause of death was a cold, and the doctor said that she was weak after childbirth. Coincidentally, the maidservant had forgotten to close the window that night and caught a cold. The next morning, Eluria began to have a fever, and her consciousness became hazy. Her condition worsened faster than anyone could have imagined, and she died in the viscount's arms at dusk.
At this time, Karov's trusted aide was still on the way to invite the archbishop. The archbishop closest to the viscount's territory would take at least a day and a night to get here.
The Scarlet Sword was grief-stricken as she held the cold body of her beloved wife. That day, the entire North was plunged into endless sorrow. The nobles nearby quickly learned of the tragedy of the Bretton family and sent people to offer their condolences. The Temple of Light sent a cardinal and the famous White Wing Choir to personally hold a grand funeral for Eluria.
Usually, only the royal family and bishops were qualified to have such a funeral, but according to the Temple, in order to reward Lady Eluria's outstanding performance in spreading welfare and doctrine, the Church made an exception and decided to raise the standard of her funeral.
It was a funeral the likes of which the entire North had never seen before, but the person who should have attended the funeral the most in the world did not show up at all.
It was rumored that the viscount was too grief-stricken to say goodbye to his wife, but only Karov himself knew that the reason he did not attend the funeral was because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist drawing his sword in front of his wife's coffin.
Scarlet did not believe in the ridiculous theory of catching a cold from start to finish. And he knew very well that the windows were closed that night, because he had been to Eluria's delivery room alone in the middle of the night. Looking at the pale and beautiful face of the woman lying on the sickbed, the viscount recalled the scene when they first met. It had been a long time since he saw that carefree smile on her face.
After returning to the North, Karov quickly took over the banner of the Bretton Family from his father and said goodbye to his carefree life. Life suddenly became busy. In addition to suddenly having a large territory to manage, he had to regularly attend the hypocritical and boring gatherings of the nobles, maintain relations with various forces, deal with the nearby bandits, assess taxes … The viscount spent less and less time with his wife, and for this, Karov always felt apologetic.
Hmm, perhaps he should ask one of his uncles to manage the territory on his behalf. When Eluria's health was better, the family of three could go to the South and find a pleasant place to spend half a year on vacation. At the same time, they could also help Eluria recuperate.
Such a thought arose in the viscount's mind. He sat there quietly, accompanying the sleeping woman until dawn. The sun rose from the horizon and Eluria's breathing gradually stabilized. Karov then returned to his room to take a nap, but when he returned, the viscount's wife was suddenly declared to have contracted a cold by the doctor.
When Karov heard the news, his first reaction was disbelief. But judging from the symptoms, Eluria's condition did indeed look like she had caught a cold. The doctor also prescribed a prescription for the cold, but after taking the medicine, the viscount's wife's condition showed no signs of improvement. So the viscount found a rather powerful priest in his territory, and the priest consecutively cast two fifth-grade divine spells, but the effect was minimal.
At this time, the viscount's heart already had a bad premonition, and he hurriedly sent his confidant to the nearest archbishop. The archbishop had the most powerful healing spell, the Great Recovery. No matter how serious an injury was, as long as one was still breathing, this divine spell could save one's life.
Karov had once seen an earl's youngest son's throat slit, and when he was sent to the shrine, he was on the verge of death. In the end, an archbishop stepped in and cast the Great Recovery spell on him, and the next moment, the child was immediately alive and kicking again.
Of course, it was difficult for ordinary people to get the help of an archbishop, but with the prestige and power of the Bretton family in the North, at least the archbishop of the North was willing to help. No matter who it was, if they wanted to spread their religion, they would have to rely on secular power, and the nobles were undoubtedly the most direct representatives of secular power.
But no one had expected that Eluria's condition would deteriorate so quickly. In just a short span of half a day, before the archbishop had even arrived, the viscount's wife had already passed away.
However, although this kind of thing was surprising, it was far from bizarre.
In fact, there were many people who died of all kinds of strange causes every year, and there was no lack of nobles among them. There was once a Duke who accidentally stepped on a pitchfork while strolling in his garden, and was unfortunately pierced through his neck and died on the spot. There was also a baron who always wore shoes that did not fit properly, which caused his feet to fester and eventually died.
In contrast, death from catching a cold was far too common. The viscountess did not seem to have any other problems apart from the fact that the process was a little faster. Moreover, the maid who served Eluria that night had later admitted that she had forgotten to close the window.
While people expressed their regret, most of them lamented the misfortune of the viscount's wife. She clearly had such a beautiful family, but unfortunately, she passed away not long after becoming a mother.
Karov was the only one who didn't believe this at all. The viscount immediately found the maid who made the mistake, but when he arrived, he found that she had already hanged herself in her room. At the same time, she left a suicide note on the table. Between the lines, she poured out her guilt and remorse. In the end, she even hoped that her death could be exchanged for the viscount's forgiveness and forgiveness.
Karov read the suicide note in his hand over and over again. The viscount had never done anything so patiently in his life. From dawn to dusk, he had read every word in the suicide note no less than a thousand times. There was no problem with every sentence in the suicide note, be it separated or put together. The tone and attitude were all very sincere, and even the harshest person would not be able to find any fault with it.
But because of this, Karov's heart sank completely.
This suicide note was definitely not written by a person who had done something wrong and was at his wit's end. An ordinary person in an extreme environment would not have such clear logic and such accurate expression skills.
Yes, the biggest problem with this suicide note was that it was too perfect.
Sometimes, having no flaws was the biggest flaw.
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