A contagious disease endemic in Laval Country...
Spot disease?
"Oh, yeah."
Is it the Daegon River that causes Spot Disease?
Jill used to answer in magic school classes.The medicine for spot disease is a flower called Maddie.
But it is a problem because only a few bottles can be taken in a year.It's all taken by a superior aristocracy.Well, the epidemic doesn't end that easily.
"I'm familiar with it. I'm sure it's caused by the fungus on the Daegon River, but I still don't know what it is.But where did you get that information? "
"I studied a little bit."
"A little bit. So, do you know Maddie's presence?"
"Yes, the flowers that bloom on the high cliffs, right?"
Viktor glanced at my eyes without distraction.
"Look, in this country, Maddie's only known to the aristocrats.Civilians think that getting spotted disease kills them.There's no antidote, just quarantine and suffering. "
It is already clear to him that I am not an ordinary civilian.
"... how far does the prince know who I am?"
He answered my question after a breath.
"I only know you're a fucking kid."
That's not true... I wonder if you took care to say that.
"Don't mistake me for interested in you."
Foreword withdrawn. It's impossible to care about this prince.
"I'm going to be careful what I say."
"Oh, it's too much trouble to watch the others."
That's what he said and opened the door to his room.
It is subtly guided to the room.... but it's also strange that you've been talking about infectious diseases in front of your room.
I followed him into the room.It's different from the room where I first met Victor.
There is nothing extra, just a bed in a large room.What an existential bed...
A huge window glass is plugging in incredible sunlight.
I wonder if it's morally all right for a young lady before she gets married to enter a man's bedroom...Well, it's okay because you're not seen as a woman!
"From today, you sleep here."
"I think I can sleep with a fluffy carpet on this floor."
"Ordinary civilians would love to see this bed."
I feel like I was told to emphasize only "normal".Are you asking me for a normal response?
If we're going to survive here, we're going to have to play an exiled boy thoroughly.
Wow! Nantellipa! Gorgeous and beautiful!
I look at the room with my hands on my chest moving.
... it's a radish play that I can pull myself off.You can't act like this, can you?
My eyes are dead.
Can't you see it in the cloth?
"Still know."
Oh, I wonder if the prince is as good as me.