Davey pulled out another parasite from the belly of the large freshwater fish called Janar, in addition to the one that had been turned into ashes.

"Ugh! Get that away! Not here!" Unable to bear the horrific sight, one of the nobles covered his mouth with his hand and scolded Davey, "Damn! Just looking at it makes me want to puke!"

All emotion vanished from Davey's face. "You find this disgusting?"

"What, what?! Did I say something wrong?!"

"Does this look disgusting to you?"

At Davey's question, the man shuddered even more. "Heavens! Is it supposed to be cute?! Ah, damn! I fear it might come up in my dreams!"

"Well, it is disgusting. But that's not the important thing, is it?" Davey asked, with an impassive expression. "You seem to be a member of the Coalition for Disease Control."

"Yes, yes! I am Viscount Rutismar." The man’s face contorted as if he desperately wanted the parasite removed from his line of sight. "I am well aware of the tales about you, Prince Davey. But to bring such a dreadful creature into this important conference room! Are you in your right mind?"

"That's what I want to ask."

Holding a parasite presumed to have germs of the Monochrome Malady disease, which closely resembled the Black Death, Davey tightened his grip on it and incinerated...