After releasing the carrier pigeon, Obold returned to his room.
The unforeseen turn of events had left the marquis increasingly agitated.
When several deep breaths failed to calm him, the marquis resorted to a more direct and effective method.
From a cabinet in the corner of the room, he carefully took out a crystal vial the size of a grown man's thumb.
Then, with even greater care, he pulled out the stopper.
Next, the marquis brought the crystal vial to his lips.
Tilting his head back, he poured roughly half of the clear liquid into his mouth.
Huff! Huff, huff!
After swallowing the medicinal liquid, the marquis began taking deep breaths again. Unlike before, however, these breaths completely erased the agitation from his face, leaving only a relaxed, contented expression. One might even call it...
Sheer bliss!
The whole process lasted only a few seconds. Reluctantly, the marquis replaced the stopper and returned the crystal vial to the cabinet.
"The Gloomwood School's potion really is excellent."
"A shame..."
"I can't use it often."
Remembering the warning from Duo'er of the Gloomwood School, the marquis shook his head regretfully.
If possible, he wanted to enjoy this relaxation every day... no, every moment.
If I gain power, I'll give the Gloomwood School more support and have them perfect this potion!
The thought rose unbidden in the marquis's mind.
At the same time, he heard someone swallowing.
Turning his head, the marquis saw a figure in black.
The face was unfamiliar, yet carried a hint of familiarity.
What concerned the marquis most, however, was the way the stranger kept swallowing and wiping away drool, along with that predatory gaze.
"Who are you?"
"You..."
Instinctively, the marquis barked out a demand.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, the black-clad figure shoved him aside, snatched up