In September, Xilutiya finally finished largely dealing with the Grey Mud Plague that had erupted in the Blood Clan territory.
Though the process was extremely tiring, watching the last infected person finally walk out of the temporarily constructed joint-camp infirmary to leave it peaceful and empty, a quiet sense of satisfaction gradually rose within her.
At least all the effort had not been in vain. Perhaps this was not a very great matter, but to her, it was also an exceptionally unforgettable experience. "Sister Tia~"
When Xilutiya stood alone in this emptied medical camp, a Blood Clan child came trotting over holding a basket. Not far behind him, two adults were also walking over at a leisurely pace, who should be his parents.
"So it was you." She remembered this child. When his parents had first carried him over, his frame was emaciated, his complexion ash-white, and he was on the verge of not making it. Fortunately, the camp had newly crafted potions back then that preserved the child's life.
By this time, the two adults had also approached. They were a couple in their thirties.
"Lord Tia." First, they bent in a grateful bow before slowly straightening back up.
"Today we heard that the patients here are finally all gone, so we specifically came to bring some things to thank you. Previously, because of the treatment and epidemic prevention duties, we never dared to disturb you."
"It's fine." Xilutiya shook her head. She looked at the young child the two had brought, reached out to stroke his head, and asked how the child's physical condition was now.
"I've been better for a long time, and now I'm super healthy." He said loudly and proudly, yet with a trace of milky, childish innocence.
"And this, I picked it this morning.