"What can a succubus cure? Too much energy?"
Someone cracked a joke, and others came over to join the fun.
"Priest, can you treat me?" A crude man scratched his crotch. "It's really itchy down here."
"No problem. This priest can cure anything."
Annan led the crude man into an empty ward. A few minutes later, he came out alone, pulling up his pants.
Quite a crowd had gathered at the entrance that temporarily served as a hall. Their eyes lit up when they saw Annan, and his lit up too.
"Don't rush, everyone. There's enough for all of you... What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know."
"That's fine. Go to ward one first. And you? What's wrong with you?"
"I think I'm lovesick..." The man gazing at Annan in infatuation clutched his chest.
"Wonderful. Lovesickness is my specialty."
After settling several new patients into wards, Annan told the servants, "Watch the wards. Don't let the patients run out." Then he eagerly slipped into the first ward.
Before long, murmurs came from the first ward. An abrupt scream followed, then dead silence.
Soon Annan emerged and slipped into the second ward. Not a sound came from it before he came out and turned into the third.
After a brief silence, the ward door shuddered as though something had slammed into it. Then it, too, went quiet.
The fourth ward, the fifth...
Annan treated them one ward at a time. Shortly after he entered the last ward, its door was suddenly flung open by a tremendous force.
Bang—
A burly Chaos Cult member knocked down the wooden door. Terror on his face, he stumbled forward, but after only a few steps, he fell headfirst to the floor. His body gradually curled up, and he died in the posture of an unborn