"Pant, pant..."
Charlotte Linlin's breathing came in ragged gasps.
"What, done already? It's only been a little over ten minutes. What a disappointment."
Werther turned his hand and took a bottle of S.3 Drug from his Pocket Watch, then tossed it to Charlotte Linlin.
"Do you dare drink it?"
Charlotte Linlin caught the Drug, pulled the stopper from the glass vial, and cautiously held it beneath her nose.
"Is this... healing Drug?"
Charlotte Linlin was visibly stunned. She had never imagined Werther would give her a bottle of S.3 Drug.
"Why?"
She held the vial, her face full of confusion.
"Fighting someone who's already injured leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Hurry up and recover. I'm just getting into it."
Charlotte Linlin looked at Werther, then at the Drug in her hand, as though weighing something.
"What, afraid to drink it? You think I'd give you Poison? That I, Werther, would trick an enemy into drinking Poison in the middle of a fight?"
Charlotte Linlin shook her head. She didn't really believe a battle maniac like Werther would do that either.
"Interesting. You really are something."
Charlotte Linlin downed the S.3 Drug in one gulp.
Tuski's Drug was among the finest in the world, and Charlotte Linlin soon felt the wound in her abdomen healing at astonishing speed.
Werther had done it because his Swordsmanship was improving rapidly through this fight. If Charlotte Linlin's Surgical Wound kept her from continuing, it would be a terrible loss for him.
"My strength... it's coming back."
Charlotte Linlin's face lit up with excitement. Her severe injury was one reason Werther had left her in such a sorry state earlier.
"Is that so? Then let's keep going."
"Gah, gah, gah!" Charlotte Linlin let out a strange laugh.
"I'd heard the Thunder Swordsman was