Time ticked by, second after second.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Veylin stared at Mia, who was bound to the wooden chair, without saying a word.
The anticipated Mental Shock from resisting the drug never came, nor did the captive descend into delirious rambling.
Nothing happened.
According to Master Valerius, he had used a full hundred Gold Suns' worth of ingredients in this potion.
That was enough to send a Troll into a dream. Even the strongest mental resistance should have shown some response. At the very least, her will to resist should have weakened considerably. How could she be completely unaffected?
Veylin frowned and leaned closer to examine Mia's face.
It was a small face, with a thin chin that made her purple eyes seem especially large.
Two tiny protrusions had pierced the skin of her forehead-the horns of a Succubus that had yet to fully develop.
A few loose strands of hair clung to them, lending her a fragile look that stirred an urge to protect her. There was at least some foundation for her racial gifts.
But gradually, the face twisted in pain slowly relaxed without him even noticing.
Her convulsing body began to loosen, and her rapid breathing grew steady and deep.
A flush even appeared on her pale cheeks!
That expression... rather than being controlled by the drug, she looked more like she was... satisfied?
Mia felt the change herself.
The searing sensation quickly became a warm current, flowing down from her throat, nourishing her parched blood vessels and reaching every organ in her body.
The hunger that had tormented her for countless years actually eased!
For the first time in her life, she experienced the peace of being "full."
Compared with this, Hector's potion was like strong liquor. It could temporarily numb the