As night fell, Zenki retreated to their chamber at the inn, his mind consumed by thoughts of finding a cure for the bubonic plague that had befallen the Kingdom of Valkoria. He paced back and forth, deep in contemplation, his inner monologue echoing through the quiet room.
"The bubonic plague... a formidable adversary," Zenki mused, his brow furrowed with determination. "In our present state, devoid of modern medical advancements, we must rely on the knowledge and resources available to us in this age."
He approached a desk cluttered with scrolls and ancient texts, searching for insights that might hold the key to combating the plague. With a flickering candle casting eerie shadows on the pages, he delved into the writings of healers and scholars who had dealt with epidemics in the past.
