It had been a week since the Baron fell ill suddenly. The servants of Percival Mansion were completely surprised by the strange developments that had taken place since that fateful day. There were rumors circulating around the territory, whispers that the Baron, once a harsh ruler, had entirely changed because of this.
People spoke in hushed tones, wondering if the sickness had given him some sort of reality check. He was now a different man—mellow, sick, and somehow kinder. It was said that he treated the servants better, showed more respect to the people around him, and didn't look down on anyone. It was a complete turnaround from the man he used to be.
"The Baron has changed," one servant whispered to another. "It's like he realized we're all the same when it comes to death."
Another servant nodded. "It's a good thing. People around here say he needed that reality check. If more higher-ups got sick, maybe they'd change too."
