Esmeralda smiled with satisfaction. Now that she had done her contract with the Viscount, she had ensured another form of profit for her company.
"This is just what I need. A stable form of money," she said to the shadows right next to her. "We will be able to stake our company here. Prepare more of our medicine."
"Yes, milady," answered one of the shadows.
These were her minions. And they did everything she asked, no questions asked.
"We will be healing the people of this territory. But not too much. Make sure to continue to spread disease in the slums. We don't want them too healthy," Esmeralda said.
With more disease, more profit for her company.
Her plan was simple. First, she was going to help the Viscount's wife from her affliction.
Once she had done that, she would have effectively gained the Viscount's trust.
