“Simus!” Baron Vashti shouted, slamming open the door and running into the room. Seo Jun-Ho followed behind him, and his nose twitched. 

‘The smell of herbs…’ 

Like an apothecary, the room was filled with the scent of herbal medicine 

Baron Vashti watched helplessly as a boy of about 7-year-old whimpered on the bed. 

“Is that his son?” Seo Jun-Ho asked Phivir. 

“So he is. He is Young Master Simus Gilleon. He’s very clever, but…” Phivir let out a sigh. 

“H-honey, what can we do for our poor child? Urk…” a woman asked. 

“We must be patient. There will be a solution,” Vashti said, comforting his wife. He turned to a man wearing priests’ robes. “What in the world happened? Didn’t you say that the progression of the disease has stopped?” 

“W-well, he suddenly got a high fever. I tried to use holy power to put the disease in a stasis…”

“Then… Then what am I supposed to do?!” Baron Vashti yelled, gripping his fists. 

The priest bowed his head. From the very beginning, it had been impossible to completely cure Simus’s disease with holy power. “I’m...