Her voice carried the conviction of an apothecary who knew the efficacy of her creation. Among all existing painkillers, Morpheus was unparalleled. It had been designed for soldiers on the battlefield, not for ordinary aches or pains.
"Opium…"
The Count trembled as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know it has been used as a painkiller. I researched every possible medicine for my wife…"
The Count had scoured the continent, even contacting Palerchia University, where Eileen had studied. As a result, his knowledge of pharmacology surpassed that of most aristocrats.
"I trust you, Lady Eileen. How could I not?"
His words came with a bittersweet smile, his tear-streaked face contorted with both gratitude and sorrow.
"You've chosen my wife over your own safety as the Grand Duchess."
He knew full well the gravity of her admission. By creating a medicine from a substance banned by the Empire, she had risked everything. The Count's voice shook with emotion.
