�I have to find a way.�

Sirone�s gaze was directed somewhere in the central continent.

World Health Organization.

Sirone watched the patients through the glass windows installed along the long corridor.

All of them, their bodies under pressure, screamed, but no sound came over them.

�The capacity is also limited.��Sirone looked back at Seriel.

Although less than two weeks had passed since the outbreak of emotional illness, her face had been greatly damaged during that time.

�Actually, there is no meaning other than restraint and experimentation.�That no anesthetic works.�

The devil�s egg is like that.

�Don�t be too pessimistic.�There will be a room law.�I am also looking for it in every way.�

At the end of the hallway stood Seriel�s superior, Tenos.

�You�re here early.�

Tenos nodded and said.

�I can�t say good morning.�It was urgently evacuated at dawn.�All family members are dead.�

The place Tenos pointed to was not an inpatient room, but a small room where patients were consulted.

Looking through the window on the door, I saw a man with his head down.

�Is that Klein?�

There were traces of self-injury even on the outside of the clothes, and the face was skinny like a corpse.

but����Somehow it seemed lighthearted.

�okay.�A farmer who lived outside Baska.�As a result of the epidemiological investigation, it is presumed that he was probably the first person infected with emotional disease.�

Sirone was speechless.

�It doesn�t make any sense, but it does.�It has already passed through the central continent and spread to the southern continent.�In this camp, countless nobles come every day with bags of money.�

Tenos lit a cigarette in front of a no smoking sign.

�They must be hoping for something, to the headquarters of medicine.�I wonder if it can at least reduce the pain.�But I still haven�t found a way to alleviate the pain, let alone a cure.�

�They were all high-ranking officials or royalty.��Tenos built Arsenic.

�Isn�t it obvious?�That�s lucky.�I came here with the nameplate of being the first infected person.�No, should I say bad luck if I judge it that way?�Now I can�t even commit suicide.�

In some cases, the expert�s words offended the listener, so Seriel quickly cut off her words.

�Let�s go in.�

Even while the door was opened, Klein didn�t even react, let alone move.

Dilated pupils, gaping mouth, seemed to be somehow happy. JrNovels.com