The demon without the gleam of life Part II

“This disease doesn’t choose people. Aren't you worried, darling, that Cass or your parents will get infected?”

Cookies are on the menu today.

I glance slightly at the prince. Today, he still changes his status from the group's auspicious animal, (Cough!) the group's final boss villain! to become my assistant in making dessert again.

But, of course, he does nothing but decorate the room as a mascot[1], because if I actually let Salzaal make it, we might end up with diarrhea.

“They won't get infected,” as I knead the dough, I respond. “If they had just looked into it a little more, they would have realized a long time ago that the disease here was intentional,

because it only happened in the capital and didn't spread anywhere else.”

“Huh? Interesting.”