Viscount Forz paced back and forth as he waited for his guest. He looked at the room at the end of the corridor. The door was slightly ajar, showing him a glimpse of his wife who was bedridden, and with small pocks on her skin.
"Where is she…" he muttered while biting his finger.
His wife, unfortunately, has been infected by a disease that had left her skin having these papules so red they looked like they were pimples.
Now usually, someone from their neighboring territory would come and help his wife be healed for a little bit, giving her a brief respite of healthiness.
However, he heard that the neighboring territory was currently undergoing their own disease. A plague, no less.
Not wanting to get infected, Viscount Forz chose to ask for help from another apothecary.
"I have arrived."
A woman stepped forth in his throne room, walking with a confident stride that left her pink hair swaying back and forth behind her back.
