"Continuing from the issue with Emberhold," Florian began, straightening his posture and letting his voice project with calm confidence, "I'd like to ask something that's been bothering me. Why do you refer to it as the 'flu'? From what I read in your letter, the symptoms you listed don't match what's typically seen in flu cases."
He tapped the paper gently against the table, eyes briefly flicking across the nobles seated before him.
"Based on the letters—there was diarrhea, cramps, nausea, fatigue. People weren't dying from the sickness itself… but from dehydration and malnutrition due to the aftermath."
There was a pause.
"Easy," Alexandrius replied, voice thick with smug certainty. "Flus are airborne. The illness spread quickly through the villages. It was easy to deduce it was a flu."
'How… how idiotic.' Florian blinked, resisting the urge to scoff aloud. 'Is that really your logic?' A dry laugh almost slipped past his lips.
