"But... Crown Prince, they... those patients, those patients are getting up!"
The guards holding torches stared uneasily at the 'corpses' being carried out, their faces full of distress.
Those aren't corpses, they're people! Living people!
Are they really going to burn these living people to death?
Not patients clinging to their last breaths, but… but people who, after getting up, can walk on their own!
How could they burn such living souls to death?
The patients who had risen now saw the situation clearly, one by one full of terror. Some even shouted, "They're going to set fire! They're going to burn us alive!"
"Don't burn us! We're healed, we're healed!"
"Prince, save us! Princess, save us! They're going to set fire and kill us! Princess, Princess, save us!"
"Crown Prince… Crown Prince, they say… they say they've recovered, this… what should we do…"
At the same time as the patients' cries for help, a troop charged out, guarding the critical illness area behind them.
