Rober and Kalis landed on the roadside, right in front of the agitated crowd. The villagers, with their haggard, pale faces, marked by worry, fear, and sleeplessness, stopped before the two strangers, their eyes revealing suspicion, doubt, and a degree of... vigilance. They were too accustomed to being abandoned, forgotten, and treated unfairly, so they didn't easily trust anyone, especially strangers, dressed elegantly, and seemingly "not belonging to their world."

"Who... who are you?" A middle-aged man, probably the oldest in the group, tremblingly asked. His voice was hoarse and broken. He had a thin, weak build, with sparse, greying hair, and a thick, but mostly white, beard. His eyes were sunken, dark-circled, and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for many nights. "Don't... don't block our way! We... we must beg the Viscount... for help..."

"The plague... the plague... it will kill the whole village!" A young woman, with a pale, green face like a leaf, and swollen, red eyes from crying, sobbed. "My child... my child has been sleeping soundly for three days now..."

"No... it's not the plague! It's not!" Another man, with a fierce face and a hoarse voice, almost shouted. He had a strong, muscular build, with bulging biceps and strange tattoos on his arms. "This is... this is the curse of the devil! Our village... we have committed something terrible, so... so the devil is punishing us! We must... must call the Priest! We must perform an exorcism! Otherwise... otherwise, we will all... die! All die!"

Kalis Marry, facing the chaotic crowd, maintained a remarkable composure. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her calmness, and then said, in a tone loud enough to overcome the noise, crying, and shouting, but still maintaining a dignified and somewhat cold demeanor:

"Calm down! Everyone, calm down!" She commanded, her voice possessing an invisible power, a natural authority, forcing the crowd, despite their panic, fear, and disorientation, to be silent and listen.

"I am Kalis Marry," she continued, her voice still maintaining its dignity, "I was invited here by Viscount Calos to solve this problem. I am not a member of the Church, and I have no intention of preventing you from seeking the Viscount's help. But, I can assure you of one thing, I am here to help you, to save the children."

Rober, standing beside Kalis, also spoke, supporting her, with a gentle and well-intentioned tone:

"Please calm down, everyone, and trust us. We didn't come here to hinder you or get in your way. We came here to help. Please take us to where the sick children are. We need to examine the specific condition of each child before we can know what to do next."

Just then, Viscount Calos, along with a servant, a young man with a worried and frightened face, hurried over. Perhaps, after realizing that Rober and Kalis had left the car, he had ordered the car to stop and returned to find them.

"Kalis Marry! Rober!" Viscount Calos panted, his voice full of anger, frustration, and impatience. "What are you two doing here? Why did you get out of the car on your own? We must go to my manor first! My son... my son was the first to contract this strange illness, he needs to be treated first! Do you understand?"

Kalis Marry turned to Viscount Calos, smiling a polite, social smile, but one that concealed a coldness, sarcasm, and a degree of contempt. Her hands, hidden behind her back, clenched tightly, her knuckles white, showing how much she was trying to control her emotions.

"My Lord Viscount," Kalis said, her tone still calm, but now harsher, colder, and sharper. "I'm sorry, but I disagree with you. Your son's life and the lives of the children in this village are equally important. We cannot, and should not, prioritize anyone over another. Furthermore," she emphasized, "examining the condition of the children here can also help us better understand this disease, its cause, its mode of transmission, and from there, find the most effective treatment, not only for your son, but for all the other children suffering from this terrible affliction."

Rober noticed that Kalis Marry was increasingly losing patience with Viscount Calos. He knew that if they continued to argue, it would lead nowhere, only wasting time, and possibly missing the opportunity to save the children. He needed to intervene, to appease the situation, to persuade Viscount Calos to cooperate, and to ensure that they could quickly get to work.

"My Lord Viscount," Rober spoke up, his tone gentle, polite, but persuasive. "Please calm down and listen to me. I fully understand your worry, your impatience, and even your suffering, seeing your son enduring this disease. But, please trust me, the 'white dream' is not an ordinary illness. It is not transmitted from person to person, like a plague, and it does not have a single treatment that can be applied to all cases."

He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then continued, with a sincere and compassionate tone: "In order to find the most effective treatment, we need to understand the cause and specific condition of each victim. Examining the children here is not only to help them, but also to gather more information, to make a more accurate diagnosis, and to devise the most appropriate treatment, not only for your son but for all the other children, suffering from this terrible event."

"This is a necessary and urgent task, My Lord Viscount," Rober emphasized. "Time is precious. Every minute, every second that passes, can affect the lives of the children. Please reconsider, and cooperate with us."

Viscount Calos, after a moment of hesitation, reluctance, and intense internal struggle, finally had to yield. He sighed heavily, tired and helpless, then said, in a reluctant tone:

"Alright... Alright... Do whatever you want. But, please hurry..."

Rober turned to the crowd of villagers and said, in a decisive and determined tone: "Please lead the way. We will go and see the condition of the children right now."

The middle-aged man from earlier, who seemed to be the most respected and trusted person in the village, nodded and said, "Please follow me. I will lead you to the homes of the sick children."

Then, he led the way, taking Rober and Kalis Marry towards the houses in the village. Viscount Calos, with a dejected, tired, and worried expression, returned to the "Chronos," ordering the driver to wait there, and not forgetting to instruct his servant to follow Rober and Kalis closely, to report back to him on all developments.