“That’s absurd.”
The doctor muttered in surprise.
“What is the matter?”
The nearby soldier asked.
“The internal organs of Her Highness the Princess have sustained severe damage. In this state… perhaps… she may never… as a woman…”
The doctor could not continue.
Eventually, after other doctors completed their examinations one by one, they exchanged distressed looks with each other.
The conclusion was ultimately just one.
‘The Princess will likely never be able to bear children,’ was the cruel diagnosis.
“Infertility…?”
The soldiers of the Liberian Empire were gripped with fear and despair.
The Princess was a symbolic figure of the Liberian Empire and held an important position to continue the royal lineage.
But now, it meant that this chance was entirely lost.
The news also reached our side of the empire camp.
Among the murmuring voices, some rejoiced.
“Now the enemy is finished!”
“With the royal bloodline unable to be continued, the Liberian Empire will fall into political chaos.”
However, Adolf Kareha, the one who had caused this condition in the Princess, remained silent.
He merely paced in front of the field hospital where the Princess lay, his expression frozen in shock.
In the novel he remembered from his previous life, Aisia was clearly destined to give birth to the ‘Hero.’
That Hero was the key to saving the world.
Yet now, this news of her infertility meant nothing less than the Hero would never be born.
This realization shook the future as foretold in the novel to its core, and he trembled with intense fear and despair.
“How could this happen…”
He let out a low sigh.
“I’ve… ruined history.”
