I had been given a new title.

Director of Hygiene at the Ministry of Health and Disease Control—a title that exudes prestige just by the sound of it.

And while the role of “Director of Hygiene” might seem limited in scope, in reality, I held the true authority, if not complete control, over the Disease Control Department. The nominal head of the department was little more than a rubber stamp.

‘Not to mention, I already have the acclaim for successfully managing a nationwide plague.’

The mayor of Ostia City greeted me with a reverence that bordered on worship as soon as he saw me.

“It is truly an honor to meet the young hero who saved the Toscano Empire from the White Horseman of the Apocalypse, Baron Rothschild.”

Typically, a mayor of a city this size—one that ranks among the Empire’s major urban centers—wouldn’t lower themselves to this degree unless a count or higher-ranking noble visited their jurisdiction.

But with a title and power like mine, the treatment I received had completely changed.

Is this why Baron Mancini is bending over backward to become the Chief Justice of the High Court?@@novelbin@@

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard that Viscount Ostia is in good health.”

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