"Marino, don't be afraid! The Almighty protects us!"
The mountain wind blew, and the old knight Lorenzo's expression was solemn, his beard and hair bristling. He reached out, firmly grasped the hand of his chamberlain Marino, giving him courage as he asked in a deep voice.
"Tell me, what are the symptoms of the Plague exactly?!"
"Ah! It's the Demon possessing them!!"
Marino finally mustered his courage, crying out in fear. After a while, he struggled to calm his emotions before carefully describing in some trepidation.
"I heard some people say... the symptoms of this Plague start with a high fever all over the body, and a large number of red spots emerging on the arms, back, and chest. But after one or two days of falling ill, the afflicted, as if possessed by a Demon, will start screaming and scratching frantically! In the end, they will all suffer gangrene, their flesh rotting away to death..."
