Chapter 33: Cold Medicine (2)
My office wasn’t some famous little gourmet hole-in-the-wall with limited-edition specials, but knights kept pouring in like a tidal wave, all shouting at once.
“Professor, the plague just won’t go away. Please, we beg of you!”
“Our unit’s training has been suspended for five days! The commander’s gonna blow his top!”
All of them looked desperate.
Some were clearly feverish, their words slurred—obviously down with colds.
“Cover your mouths first. I’m ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ not dealing with anyone who steps within ten meters of me without one.”
“We’re really desperate here, please hear us out. Just yesterday, over half the knights were down, couldn’t even clean the barracks—”
One of them in particular was running his mouth a bit too much.
Bruno walked up and silently planted himself in front of the guy.
“Back.”
“Wait, I just wanted to say—”
“Back.”