Chapitre 355: Tasha I*

The Duchess' aura began to falter when she realized all that had occurred. She quivered, glancing at the Medarc as she asked, unable to help her voice from cracking, "Will he be alright?" 

"It's a poison. Mana Poisoning, to be exact," the Medarc calmly revealed, his fingers deftly striking several Acupuncture points around Noctis's young body. "It's evil in origin. Something I've seen only among those outside the Veil. Fortunately, Noctis was not exposed for that long. He'll be fine with a few days of sleep and a few prescribed pills." 

Before Corsant could allow herself a sigh of relief, she asked, "Could it have been those Five?" 

"That is the most logical—-" 

"It wasn't us!" Alvar shouted. "We'd never we—" 

Altair smiled when he heard the door slam open. There, they saw an elderly man struggling to stand, leaning forward on his cane. Wrinkled as he was ancient with a head full of grey.