What Is This, Really?

The hooded man, Pascal, possessed poison-making skills that ranked among the finest on the entire continent.

Among renowned assassins, there was hardly one who had not tried his poisons, and even powerful figures from all over the continent occasionally sought him out—a testament to his influence.

This particular client, however, was one of the most important of them all.

Rubert, the First Prince of the Empire. The reward he had promised was enticing enough to let Pascal dream of retirement.

Without hesitation, Pascal brought out a masterpiece considered among the greatest of all his works.

A deadly poison capable of instantly killing a massive troll with a single drop.

He could guarantee that no living creature in this world could withstand it.

“Wow, I can really feel the buzz coming on. As expected, liquor prepared by His Highness the Prince really is something else.”

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“If there’s any left, would it be all right if I took some with me afterward? I normally wouldn’t say something like this, but I really can’t put it into words.”...