When she saw her "patient" this time, Kolotia was taken aback.

The person who is called "father" by the girl is wearing a white dress with layers of intricate and exaggerated ruffles on the hem of the skirt to show a gorgeous beauty. The white and tender arms are completely exposed, and the same white jade-like neck is tied with a small leather neck ring, silver hair and red pupils, and a pair of small triangular animal ears.

That's right, the person who the girl calls "father" seems more suitable to be her sister. The first thing she said to greet Kolotia after meeting her was "Meow~Miwoo~", which instantly made Kolotia realize the fact that "it is likely that there is a language barrier in the next communication with the patient".

"What's going on here?" Kolotia had no choice but to turn her gaze to the girl who had not yet been able to shake off her suggestive spell.

"Juvalogenesis, this is the plague that broke out in our country a few months ago. Infected people will become like this, and not only will they not be able to communicate, but they will also attack other adults. The girl replied with a blank look, "My father was attacked two weeks ago and was infected...... But she still seems to know me. Speaking of this, the girl's expression became excited: "Please, never tell anyone else, otherwise it will ......"

"Will you be killed?" Kolotia asked.

The girl nodded silently.

"But then again...... She didn't attack me. Kolotia approached the girl's "father", but the other party only made some completely inexplicable "woo" sounds, staring at Kolotia with large red eyes.

"If you can understand what I'm saying, just nod?" Kolotia asked in as conciliatory a tone as she could.

"Meow~?" However, the other party only shook the silver fluffy ears, and did not react in any way that Kolotia expected.

"Well, that's a problem." After whispering a whisper, Kolotia looked directly into the other's red pupils with purple eyes.

In a sense, this kind of behavior implies a slight "provocation". The pure white cat lady almost blew up. However, in an instant, her expression changed from "anger" to "fear", and it was not long before she ran to the corner without saying a word, and sat there pitifully with her tail curled.

"You're ......" The girl was startled by what she had seen, and looked at Kolotia in confusion.

The previous hint spell had been lifted, and she would soon realize that something was wrong with what was happening now.

"You don't have to rely on words to communicate, I'm just using a little bit of magic." Kolotia shook her head and replied, "It doesn't matter what happens, but I have bad news for you: I can't save your father, and I don't think there's anything I can do to save your father, because your father is long dead, and even his soul has been twisted and cleansed." This method is direct and violent, and there is no way to restore it. In fact, I've seen plagues of a similar principle elsewhere, and it's been called the 'plague of the undead' by the people there. ”

That's right, it's the plague of the dead.

Although she is petite and cute on the outside, the cat lady in front of her feels like a "dead person" on the inside and her soul. Broken souls are bound by "some kind of magic" and use "some kind of magic" to control their mutilated bodies, which have been stripped of their life force.

Although "the style of painting is wrong", the undead are the undead. There are so many manifestations of the undead that Kolotia can even feel that somewhere near the town, a user of some "necromantic magic" is secretly and continuously sending out a "calming signal" to everyone nearby.

Since it is a broadcast, there is a way to intercept it.

And very coincidentally, the last thing that the "Time and Space Authority" lacks is this kind of technology: even Kolotia itself was able to appear in this world, using similar methods. Essentially, these two things are the same principle of implementation under the hood. In front of Kolotia (or the "Time and Space Administration"), who can drill even the loopholes of the world itself, this kind of spell design, which should be ingenious, has so many holes that it is like a sieve.

Just in an instant, without even the need to cast spells, Kolotia invaded the control system of this necromancy. From controlled to controlled, all information is under control.

However, it didn't help.

Kolotia can deeply feel the fact that she does not belong to this world, and her job is to "engrave a record point for the Temporal Authority in this world", not to change the history of this world. The only person in this world who can have a little intersection with himself is the little girl in front of her who looks frightened and confused.

However, what she prayed for was not possible in itself, and if it was explained, even if Kolotia left like that, it would not be considered a breach of contract.

But Kolotia considers herself a responsible person. Although the matter can't be handled, it's still okay to help with some aftermath. Thinking so, Kolotia turned her gaze to the girl:

"You're not alone in this town. If the caster had this intention, I am afraid that this plague would have broken out in your town in an instant—what are you going to do? ”

The girl raised her head, opened her mouth but did not make a sound, just stared blankly at Kolotia, her gaze completely unfocused.

Am I a little too aloof?

Seeing the girl's almost desperate gaze, Kolotia whispered to herself.

Informing an orphan that she has to leave her home doesn't look like something a good person would do, even if it's the best thing for the girl.

"Sorry...... I'm just a traveler and can't help you much. I can take you out of here, though, if you want. ”

The girl replied, but only shook her head silently.

"Hmm, really...... That's right. Then there was no way, I had to leave...... Good luck. Kolotia shook her head.

Just do it.

It should have been like this, but—

"Who allowed you to go?"

This voice came from the doorway.

"I think whether I go or stay should have nothing to do with Your Excellency, right?" Kolotia replied, turning.

The other party was wearing a robe, and in terms of the energy fluctuations and mental fluctuations around him, he seemed to be a mage.

"Don't talk nonsense, we've detected someone using evil magic here- uh?!!"

Before the man could finish his sentence, a white streamer of lightning shot at him.

The worst thing happened.