“Vortex!”
Mable plopped into the chair, stunned.
‘Blair has been poisoned by Vortex!’
Mable had heard about the poison long ago.
Some organizations would use it on traitors or captives to force confessions.
Those poisoned would be in excruciating pain even if they were pricked by a needle. The worst part was that once they had a wound, they would bleed so much that it would be difficult for the wound to heal.
As far as Mable knew, Vortex had been developed many years ago. Still, there had been no antidote.
‘Blair, how did you get poisoned by it?!’
Mable recalled the look on Blair’s face last night when he hugged her and said he was in pain. Her heart throbbed.
He was not faking it.
When she touched his wound and treated him with acupuncture, he was in immense pain.
The pain was not inferior to that of the Necro Poison’s attack.
Furthermore, painkillers were useless.
Even so, Blair still held her tightly, refusing to let go.
“Mabes, my wound hurts…
“My wound hurts, so be good and let me hug you…”
…
Remembering what Blair said, Mable could not help but cry.
Blair was really in pain.
She thought he was pretending so that she would stay.
Afraid she would worry, he still forced a smile to comfort her despite being in so much pain.
‘You fool!
‘Idiot!
‘Why did you keep saying that you’re fine? If you’re fine even after being poisoned by Vortex, what is considered not fine?!’
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