Taking Action

Abel was assigned to a guest room by Steward Yona. It was not a residence he was satisfied with. He needed a place where he could live alone, but Count Hert was currently busy.

He planned to wait until Count Hert had finished before asking him to arrange an identity for him.

"Master Bennett, dinner is ready. Young Master Hert requests your company!" Steward Yona knocked on Abel's door as night fell and spoke to him.

Abel followed Steward Yona to the dining hall. It was large enough to seat more than twenty people, but at that moment, only Count Hert was waiting for him.

"Master Bennett, I'm very sorry. I was busy until now and only just managed to invite you to dinner!" Count Hert rose and bowed.

"Count Hert, what happened?" Abel asked when he saw how terrible Count Hert looked. There was none of the excitement he had shown upon returning.

"The potion refinement failed!" Count Hert said as though all his strength had left him.

"Even when an Alchemy Master took action?" Abel asked in confusion, thinking of the Master Muir he had mentioned.

There was only one Alchemy Master on the Holy Continent—Abel himself. He did not know what the success rate of Alchemy Masters was, but with his own abilities, he had never failed even once.

"Master Muir said it would definitely succeed, but he failed. My father probably won't last more than a few days!" Count Hert perhaps had no one to talk to, so now that he faced Abel, he poured out everything he wanted to say.

"Count Hert, was Duke Buddy poisoned?" Abel asked.

"Yes. My father was poisoned somehow, silently and without warning. I invited several High-level Potion Masters to examine him, and in the end, they gave me an