Just as Xion was burning holes into the royal blue with his stare, the system chimed in his mind.
'Host, I've run the scans. The cause is indeed linked to this plant. But…'
The system slightly paused as it showed Xion data sheets.
'We'll need a significantly larger quantity if we want to create an antidote.'
That was exactly what Xion had been worried about.
The plant Mycosera Tenberis was native only to the frozen lands. It was not only rare and precious, but equally dangerous if in the wrong hands.
When he saw her agitated look and the same shawl, he was almost certain that Lady Norva was somehow linked to the disaster.
The Faymere was not so big, whereas that wasn't the case with the territory Lord Varnehold had to govern.
She wouldn't have risked leaving anything that could be traced to the deadly disease behind during a long journey.
He sure guessed it right, but a pinch was only fine for tests. To make a viable cure, they'd need bags of it.
