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15

Fortunately, Jung Yiheon didn’t treat him like a child.

He just didn’t leave his side until he had emptied his bowl of porridge.

“Oh, shit.”

He could still see the blackness at the edge of his vision.

It had eaten so many men.

“Han Chasoo-ssi.”

A voice like an ember broke through his thoughts.

“Guild Leader.”

Rattling his head, Han Cha-soo slowly closed and opened his eyes.

His grey eyes, as calm as ashes at sea, stared at Jung Yiheon.

“What did you call me for?”

The long-haired man looked down at him with an ethereal expression.

After remaining silent, the man spoke up.

“Are you going to explain how it happened?”

Ah.

It suddenly occurred to Han Cha-soo that Jung Yiheon might have seen the mess.

It was a disaster.

‘I should have thought of that earlier.’

The aftermath of the hallucination was too strong. He clicked his tongue as he realised how dull his brain had become.

But it wasn’t too late.

He’d brought me porridge instead of handcuffing me, and thankfully, he hadn’t read the diary.

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Han Cha-soo, who had moistened his throat with water, said in a pensive voice.

“I ran into a bit of a problem while organising my luggage.”

“People don’t usually collapse in a pool of blood while packing.”

I’m just going to move on.

Jung Yiheon may be a dick, but he’s not a blind character.

I don’t know why he’s so insistent on refuting what he’s saying when he doesn’t want to say it.

After a deep sigh, Han Cha-soo opened his mouth as if he had no choice.

“Since it’s my job, I think some of the reagents I’ve been using at home have changed their behaviour due to age.”

Han Cha-soo did indeed have a laboratory at home.

Although it was a laboratory for making poisons, not potions.

“I was sorting and discarding reagents and inadvertently inhaled a fume, which injured my airway and caused me to lose some blood.”