Amuel had always regarded Freeman as a "temporary subordinate."
With that view of him, Amuel naturally could hardly be said to trust Freeman.
But what the woman from Talin had never expected was that Freeman, this "Blood Descendant," could be so utterly shameless.
"Bastard! You damned Blood Descendant!"
She cursed him, but she had no time to look back.
Because the people blocking her path had already appeared in front of her.
She could see them clearly-
Every one of them wore a cloak, and their exposed skin was wrapped in bandages, yet even that could not conceal their rotting hands and feet.
"Leprosy!"
Fear flashed in Amuel's eyes. The instant the cry escaped her, she instinctively covered her mouth and nose.
Then she pulled out a vial of potion and poured it into her mouth.
When a cool sensation spread through her chest, the woman from Talin breathed a slight sigh of relief, but endless questions began rising in her mind.
Where had all these leprosy sufferers come from?
Unlike the "Black" that had already disappeared, leprosy had always existed in South County.
Every few years, there would be news of an outbreak somewhere.
For "centralized treatment," these leprosy sufferers were gathered into special villages, which were then sealed off from the outside world-twenty years ago, the former Novia Baronial Lands had failed to handle leprosy properly, causing the entire territory to fall under its shadow. Even now, it had yet to recover.
In South Los, however, thanks to the South Los Family's administration, there were occasional cases of leprosy, but never anything on this scale!
Which meant...
The Death Poetry Society!
Almost instantly, Amuel thought of that universally despised organization.
The moment its name came to mind, the woman from Talin regained her clarity completely. She ignored the