Shao Cheng's scowl softened a little, but he was still thinking hard.
"Noona, are the Roatian soldiers falling ill to the Scarlet Plague? Maybe that'll be able to drive them away."
At this, the corners of Shin Minyeo's lips turned down in anger or frustration or something in between. "I wish. It seems the disease doesn't affect the Roatian soldiers. There's a new theory going around about the plague…"
"What?"
