Aiweng could use Fiendfyre!
Cypher lay limp on the bed, groaning softly, staring blankly upward with dead-fish eyes.
The girl's busy figure was reflected in his eyes.
Before the young girl, the Fiendfyre was like an obedient little kitten. If she told it to roll over, it would never dare bare its fangs!
The blackish-purple flames wrapped around the wooden barrel with a sizzling sound. Before long, the barrel and the foul-smelling vomit inside had been burned to ashes.
After disposing of the remaining residue, Aiweng cleaned the cauldron, silver knife, and other tools before elegantly stowing them away at her chest.
She used magic to return the desk to its original place, then gracefully drifted over to Cypher's side. Lifting her skirt slightly, she sat primly beside his head.
"Are you all right?" The girl's sweet voice reached his ears, like rain after a long drought.
Though his energy had not recovered, the burning sensation in his organs had at least subsided considerably.
"Not really..."
The potion had worked wonderfully, but precisely because it had worked too well, Cypher felt as though he had vomited up three days' worth of meals.
Perhaps even more than that. Lying on the bed now, his insides still burned, accompanied by the strange sensation of being flushed by water and tugged at by tiny hands.
The improved Vomiting Potion would force out anything swallowed, even food that had already been digested. Under the effects of magic, it would be dragged from the body!
"But your complexion has gotten rosier!" Aiweng placed one finger against her lower lip, while her other hand supported the elbow of that arm across her chest. She looked rather cute!
"Aiweng!" Cypher reluctantly closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. *Doesn't this girl have any shame? She's sitting so