Pain. Cold.
For Lumian, who already possessed one Sequence, the agony of drinking the Assassin potion far surpassed that of the Provoker potion. It felt as though a hand had severed every muscle in his body, one by one, before stitching them back together, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Once the pain receded like the tide, Lumian promptly enjoyed an excellent sleep.
When Lumian finally struggled free of the agony of drinking the potion again, he discovered that Nimrod had vanished. All he had left on the table was a note and a serving of... dinner?
"Don't worry. Taking the second potion went smoothly. The only thing that didn't go smoothly was you passing out. Since you're fine, though, I'm off to act as Margot. I'll come back tonight to discuss what comes next. Oh, and I bought you dinner. Remember to eat when you wake up."
Sitting on his bed, Lumian stared somewhat blankly at the food still steaming before him. After a long while, he finally broke into a slightly incredulous smile, as though waking from a long dream.
"Do you really want to be my father, or do people from the same place as my sister all share this tendency to care for others?"
"Ha, even my biological father never did anything like this..."
After a while, Lumian's smile gradually faded. Pressing his lips together slightly, he sat at the shabby table in his room. He unscrewed the bottle of liquor beside his food and slowly began examining the improvements the Assassin potion had brought him.
For Lumian, the improvements from the Assassin potion were not particularly significant. The greatest gains were an Assassin's darkvision and the ability to concentrate his entire body's strength into a single explosive burst. He barely felt any improvement in his constitution.
Suddenly,