Twin-Faced Tower Izermar: Investigation and Pursuit

A miserable scene lay before them. Blood had been splashed everywhere, though it was already beginning to congeal. Human bodies had become nothing more than vessels for blood, and those vessels had been torn to pieces.

The world had been stained red, an ominous red that stabbed at Rinnes's eyes.

"Urgh..."

Rinnes covered her eyes instinctively, a whimper escaping her lips. Her eyeballs burned with pain—not because of any powerful surge of magecraft, but because that crimson color had pierced them.

Trimau returned to her mercury doll form, a stern expression appearing on her face for the first time in a while. She crossed the wreckage-strewn scene and stopped over there.

"Lady Rinnes, Lord El-Melloi II is gravely injured."

She bent down, mercury tendrils covering El-Melloi II's body as she checked his vital signs.

Rinnes pressed her lips tightly together as she looked at El-Melloi II lying in a pool of blood. She hastily took a vial of spiritual medicine from her pocket and poured its viscous, translucent pale-blue liquid into his mouth.

This was a secret medicine derived from the druids, capable of healing most illnesses and injuries. Even if El-Melloi II were on the brink of death, it could preserve his life.

However, this medicine was exceptionally expensive. Its price had fallen somewhat in recent years because Animusphere had released a competing product, but given El-Melloi's financial resources, Rinnes possessed only this single vial for emergencies.

The life force contained within the medicine brought a trace of color back to El-Melloi II's deathly pale cheeks. Even the gruesome wound in his chest showed signs of healing.

But the newly restored flesh quickly blackened again, dissolving into a pool of pus that gave off a pungent stench.

"Poison... Damn it, what kind of poison is this...?"

For once, Rinnes