A/N: there are footnotes at the end of the chapter. I personally enjoyed writing this chapter. There were a lot of things I had to edit from here to make sure I didn't contradict with the timeline of the story.

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Chapter 10:

Yuri read the letter a couple of times trying to digest everything said in it. With little hope and feeling frustrated and betrayed Yuri called upon someone to bring him the head healer of the castle.

The healer was a short skinny man growing bold with a long old mustache. His eyes were golden and he had a demeanor of great importance in the way he walked. His voice however was nothing like anyone would have imagined, it was high pitched and it had a hint of rustiness on the edge.

"Your majesty" he bowed low.

With a wave of his hand Yuri dismissed the few guards that had come in.

Yuri felt a large hatred towards them, he knew that someone heard Wolfram cry out and yet they did not help him. He felt distrustful towards them as the new found fear rose in his chest knowing that perhaps it had happened before but he had been too blind to notice. Or that perhaps it had happened to someone else in his castle and no report had been filed.

Now that healer Simon Krauss and King Yuri were finally alone and no one would be able to hear them did Yuri stood from his throne and walked to the skinny man.

"Whatever happens in here I want it to stay here between us. If I hear a whisper, Healer, your title would be the last of your worries."

The man stared at him in horror.

"Have I offended your person?" the man asked worriedly, his face went red and began to sweat.

"Not at all, I just want to know few things but I don't want anybody else to know." Yuri said. "I want to know if you will keep whatever is said here to be left between me and you." Yuri pointed to his chest and then he pointed to the other man.

"Of course your majesty, I am your servant, I am your loyal servant." The man bowed twice in reverence, his face had gotten very pale.

"As long as you follow through." Yuri said, his face harden as he prepared to ask his questions.

"How close were you to the happenings of the war, the medical side of the war?"

"As close to anyone else in my field sire." Healer Krauss said, feeling a little bit better now for the Maoh's question, but then he began to feel anxious for that same reason.

"Then I suppose you know of the drug by the name of Omsidarae"

The little man stared at the King in horror.

"His majesty wants me to produce such a drug for his person?" Healer Krauss said in utter shock.

"No," Yuri said sharply loosing his patience with the man.

"I want to know what her side affects are, I want to know exactly what she is, what she does, and how she does it. I want to know who created her, who consumed her first, who made her, how were those mazoku selected and what happened to them after the act was passed."

"Of course Your Majesty, but I must tell you that story is ancient history. Why would his person concern himself with such trivial matter?" The healer goofed and looked relived but his good humor went away by the cool look of His Majesty's black eyes.

"Of course if His Majesty wants then I will tell him everything I know." Healer Krauss added quickly.

"Yes Master Krauss, tell me."

"Well it all started with the death of Healer Margareta Blair's husband Jonathan Blair. His death was very unfortunate but at the same time it was a miracle for the war. Margareta Blair devoted herself to her work and thus after many trial and errors created her greatest work yet. The entire healer world was at most awe at what she had archived. We thought that with this we would be able to win us the war.

"We all knew what the drug did; the elite monarch knew exactly what they were giving out to the soldiers. They were the ones who gave the order to do so. The first subjects died instantly, and just when we thought that all of our efforts were for nothing a miracle happened and one survived giving us all the thrive to continue with our research.

"Now the drug is a magnificent creation that should have been further studied if it where not for Nicolas Moyse and his famous act. Trivial matter now though.

"As I was saying, Omsidarae had its advantages, for example it gave strength that won us many battles. Your majesty, the drug is a clear liquid substance, it has a strong bitter scent, but its taste is acidic. We ration the drug in reasonable measurements accordingly to the soldier's body weight. We didn't have to know their names, they were faceless, they were there to help Shin Makoku win the war; after all that's why they were in the army, we all had reasoned.

"At first we didn't see the consequences in the usage of the drug for a long period of time. We began to observe that our subjects started experiencing headaches. Then there was something else that we did not foresee. The subjects seemed to have lost morality when the drug was at play. By altering the chemicals in the brain to release a mazoku's primal strength it also shifted a subject's perception of morality by removing the constraints. The affected mazoku was a wild and untamed animal, they had become uncontrollable and we worked tirelessly for a method to keep them constrained until unleashed when needed.

"It wasn't long when an edict came from the Maoh and her advisors, they said to give more of Omsidarae to the units, and they said they wanted a stronger army. To our dismay our best test subjects were given the drug. Captain Winchester and his men marched to the city of Memphis to ambush King Philip Brinkley's heir, prince Richard Brinkley.

"The results were as we all had expected one unit against thousands. A small unit had annihilated a cavalry with high casualties with only eight survivors. The results were almost perfect, our data concluded an increase of dosage and making Omsidarae more concentrated made indeed a stronger unit. After that we kept trying to balance the drug until that anti-Mazoku activist Moyse discovered what we were doing and made it public. Our research was shortened after his famous act was passed and we were seen as the bad guys.

"We! When it should have been him! He and his followers were pro-humans and anti-Mazoku and it was because of them that we almost lost the war. If it hadn't been for the quick thinking of Lord von Voltaire we would be under human reign instead of yours!

"After the act was passed it was not long after that when Healer Blair killed herself after her factories were destroyed. When all of her research had been burnt, she had put the blame on the 26th and her Reagent brother. After all they were the ones with fault by fully knowing what the drug could do, we created it but they put it to use.

"To control the situation on the feral subjects we threw Tatin, a special tranquilizer in gas form, which inhibited the use of their limbs. We used Tatin to terminate the project.

"We never got to record anything beyond that but I know from the core of my Maryoku that Healer Blair would have found a way to make her work a hundred percent perfect. We had few theories as to what would happen to a subject if he kept drinking it over many years. We believe that he would only have to drink it once a year and would only be violent on the day he drank it.

"All the people that worked in the factories were fired and were made to give an oath to the secrets of Omsidarae. And of course this is all ancient history. No one cares about such things anymore because they are no longer needed or being used to practice.

Now I have told you everything I know Your Majesty."

Yuri stared at him. 'How could the world be so cruel,' he asked himself.

TBC

Footnotes: I was inspired with this idea from Sigmund Freud's structure model of the psyche the id, ego, and the super-ego.