A Day That Felt a Little Empty

I hadn't thought of it. I hadn't even considered the simplest thing.

When I smashed the window and came in, I thought I'd dealt with all the poison inside, but it had already built up in Agnes's body.

Her breathing was ragged, and dark red veins were bulging across her body. Clear proof she'd been poisoned—and that she didn't have much time.

Think. Even if I took her to the infirmary, a cleric's powers couldn't cure poison. To detoxify her, I needed to find a doctor who could do it.

Since Leopold had developed the poison himself, making an antidote would take a long time. Besides, Agnes didn't have enough time to hold out until then.

The situation kept growing more urgent, but I couldn't see any suitable solution. The dark red veins that had been on her arms had already spread all the way to her head!

I couldn't let an important character die here. I had to do something, no matter what!

If only I'd had even a little of Diane's blood left...

"Wait, blood? I have some too, don't I?"

What I gained from drinking Diane's blood and vital energy was the ability to detoxify poison, a second heart, and the ability to sense presences. If I could completely detoxify any poison that entered my body, my blood might work as an antidote...