“Urgh, this tastes terrible. Hey, why does it taste like this?”

Maurice grimaced as he smacked his lips after drinking the medicine.

The other nobles stared at him in disbelief, prompting Maurice to shamelessly reply:

“What? Why? The young man, like a nephew to us, gave us this plague medicine. It wouldn’t do to keep doubting him, would it? Especially since there’s an actual plague spreading, right?”

He gestured to the knight standing nearby.

“Hey, bring me some water. I need to rinse my mouth.”

The knight quickly fetched water, and Maurice rinsed his mouth before continuing, “Ah, that’s better. …