"Ah?" Grisha stared blankly.
"Have you heard of Castel Syndrome? Hmm, probably not. The incidence of this disease is directly proportional to the stability of one's personal cognition—in simple terms, the more things you've learned before, the more likely you are to develop it."
Grisha blinked in confusion. He felt that the girl standing before him was explaining something to him, but the knowledge smoothly circled through his mind before flowing right back out without leaving anything behind.
"What do you mean?"
"Children like you, without any past misconceptions, are the safest. You probably don't need to worry about Castel Syndrome. In other words, when you see those things on the island, you won't be scared."
Grisha hurriedly nodded. Though he did not quite understand what the girl meant, he was a brave boy. That much was certainly true.
Even when both his feet had been severed on the battlefield, he had not cried out in pain. Even Lady Gwen had praised his courage. Grisha was not actually that confident, but he believed in Lady Gwen.
If Lady Gwen said he was brave, then he was brave. If anyone dared question Lady Gwen, Grisha would rush up and punch them.
"You'll be among the first batch to set foot on the island. To be honest, we don't have much experience with this—most of the people who have gone to Castel recently were students who received advanced coursework. Their incidence rate isn't low. They're often frightened, but once the principles are explained clearly, they recover quickly. Quite a few people in your group haven't received a systematic education, so I can't say what might happen."
Theus planned to send some of the wounded Resistance Army soldiers to the island.
First, although Blood Port's infrastructure had improved considerably, it still lagged far