Analyzing the situation, Konrad closed his eyes. While he didn't feel any moral obligation to the Holy Continent's inhabitants, they'd already turned into the building blocks of his future hegemony. The current main quest required them alive, and even if it didn't, once they perished, he would have no choice besides heading into the Barbarian Continent unprepared.
Could a one-million years old force possibly pledge allegiance to a teenaged boy? Impossible. Even if their lips spoke the words, Konrad didn't doubt their hearts would think otherwise.
And once they became aware of his current bloodline level, the consequences were hard to fathom. After all, better than anyone, they knew how little the distant Talroth could affect them. Those considerations aside, many of his women were likely to fall to this plague. How was that tolerable?
"Do you know any way to stop this plague?"
Konrad asked the system.
