Is one's destiny already predetermined?
If you want to change it, what kind of price must be paid?
Roy didn't know.
She left the Imperial Palace with the remaining cake and headed to Similan Magic Academy. Borrowing Professor Enka's lab from the Magic Potion Department, she extracted the saliva left on the cake fork and tossed several strands of black hair into a cauldron—these were strands she'd pulled from Theodore's head while using the Spiritual Interference Technique.
Due to incomplete materials, Roy wrote a hasty list and handed it to Soto to buy from the black market.
She spent most of the day in the lab, repeatedly calculating and adjusting ratios, and only began formally concocting the potion at nightfall. Cauldrons and distillation apparatuses of various sizes boiled peculiar liquids, and the entire laboratory was filled with an intoxicating fragrance. Roy sat in this fragrance, silently for a long time.
Making poison is easy.
