Seeing that Francis wasn't injured at all, Alan immediately understood—
This guy had just been pretending.
In reality, he wasn't in any danger.
He had only shouted for help because he was tired of fighting and wanted an excuse to slack off.
Alan walked over to stand beside Fort, wearing an expression of deep seriousness as he looked at Francis.
"I can testify—the Headmaster did say that.
He also gave strict orders forbidding us from helping you.
You're on your own now… good luck."
"You old bastard... I @#$% you!"
Francis grumbled under his breath, muttering curses that weren't hard to guess.
Meanwhile, the seductive woman had chased after him from the poisonous mist, a tense look on her face.
"You... why aren't you affected at all?!" she asked in disbelief.
"My poison mist is supposed to be instantly fatal!"
"Instantly fatal?"
Francis turned his head back impatiently, waving her off like she was an annoying fly.
"I just didn't touch it, that's all."
"What?!"
