She was worried about one thing: whether the substance continuously purifying the inside of the secondary sheath would become unpleasant if something went wrong.
So she drew in her stomach again and exerted force, compressing the inside of the secondary sheath and pushing those substances upward and out. Most of them surfaced into the funnel bottle.
From the corner of her eye, Illya nervously watched the full-length mirror beside her. Through its reflection, she could see most of the substance surging back into the funnel bottle connected to the secondary sheath.
Looking closely, the substance was still the same pure color. It had not darkened, nor had any impurities appeared.
That finally made Illya breathe a sigh of relief.
She was genuinely worried that the substance might suddenly seem to spoil in reality. That would be psychologically uncomfortable, and Brother Bai Yue, who had witnessed it, would probably find it disgusting.
So how long did this repeated method of purifying the inside of the secondary sheath have to continue?
Illya dearly hoped it would end soon.
"Illya, that's enough."
Her mother's voice immediately delighted Illya. At last, this awful ritual of purifying the secondary sheath could end.
Then, with her mother's help, she put the funnel and the escaped substance back into the container.
However, some of it remained in the secondary sheath, and right in front of someone else, she had to expel it into the container.
Having the secondary sheath's opening wriggle as it released the substance witnessed like this dealt Illya's heart an unprecedented blow.
After confirming that it was nearly impossible to pour out any more from the secondary sheath, Illya began the secondary sheath's Holy Sword Purification Ritual.
Come to think of it, something seemed different.
It was not that merging as one for the