“Witchcraft!?” I gasped.
“That’s my suspicion,” Daniel agreed, nodding. He seemed completely serious.
I almost hoped he was joking, but clearly, he wasn’t.
“Can’t you… how did you come to that conclusion?” I asked.
“As I said, we don’t have nearly enough to connect all the dots and definitively say that it is witchcraft. However, thirty years ago, when I was still a young child, my father was the chief medical officer,” he explained.
“Thirty years ago?” I prompted when he didn’t continue right away. Wasn’t that when my father had fought the dark witch Heino?
“Well, something similar occurred back then. I remember hearing my father discuss things with his colleagues. They didn’t believe the disease was naturally occurring and suspected witchcraft. Since I haven’t found a link to any natural known disease…”
“That would make sense. If your father combatted something similar, how did he fix it? What was the cure?” I asked. My heart raced excitedly.