This was the first time she had seen Dole angry. That expression, that bearing—even she found it somewhat frightening.
What was the most painful thing in the world? Naturally, being unable to live yet unable to die. Dole truly had a knack for torturing people.
Bichi felt the power continuously healing her body and swiftly thought of what awaited her.
"Ask whatever you wish. If I can answer it, I certainly will," she replied, trembling even as she forced a calm tone.
Dole nodded. "It's best if you cooperate." After giving it some thought, he asked, "Where did you come from, and what exactly were you sent to do?"
Gritting her teeth, Bichi said painfully, "We came from Nightmare Forest. There was no specific mission—just gathering intelligence!"
Dole frowned. "Intelligence about what? You'd best not lie. My Wizard Tower is surrounded by detection magic arrays. If you say one wrong thing, you know what will happen."
This female elf had definitely lied. The magic arrays had already sent him an alert; he just did not know which sentence had been false.
Bichi's wounds healed bit by bit, while her nerves screamed with stabbing pain. Still, she could endure it.
She decided to tell some truths.
"We were investigating matters related to human apothecaries. We wanted to find high-level apothecaries."
That was the truth. Dole thought. So they really did come looking for me. They suspect that someone among the humans can unravel their white filament fungus.
Dole suddenly smiled. "I think I roughly know what you came for. It was for this thing, wasn't it?"
With a lift of his hand, a small transparent bottle appeared before him and landed in his grasp.
Bichi endured the pain and looked at the bottle. In the next instant, her face turned ashen.