The Tragedy Of Two Households

It didn't take them long to reach the cottage. The inside was divided using sacks filled with waste from the harvest.

It was a terrible environment for anyone allergic to pollen or dust particles. But this wasn't the time when anyone could afford to be picky.

As long as there was hope for a cure, even someone like Lord Varnehold — who had almost half of the South under his belt — was willing to step into this small cottage.

The "boy" they kept referring to was actually a young man, and if Xion's estimation was correct, this pitiful patient had a daughter around the same age as the merchant's.

Xion wore his mask and gloves before entering. After checking the feverish heat and the purple-red marks spreading around the eyes, it was clear. It was the same thing.

He gently shut the creaking door close as he stepped outside.