Harvest Season (2)

After such 'plausible' stories circulated a few times, people's attitudes became defensive. Although they couldn't block the Queen's army out of fear, they unnecessarily avoided the paths they took or averted their gaze.

And then.

Walter Raleigh finally reached somewhere.

"...Is this the herb woman's house?"

"Seems like it..."

Naturally, beggars, prostitutes, and day laborers would not have money to find a proper doctor. Thus, they tend to seek out suspicious herb women, whether for faith or medicine.

Raleigh, who had found this 'unlicensed clinic,' trembled at the pungent stench from the front.

This was... the smell of something rotting.

The smell of rotting meat and organs.

And this place is far from butchery.