Chapitre 97: Interest in the Weakling

"So, he lives in the city and works as a delivery man, huh?" Killian asked, pouring a luminescent substance into a glass tube. The mixture turned into a milky white liquid, and when he added another ingredient, it diluted and transformed into a shimmering yellow.

Cassandra, watching him mix everything together, looked intrigued. "You knew this already, didn't you? So why did you send me out to waste my time finding it out?"

"Waste your time?" Killian replied, feigning shock as he held up a glass tube filled with a gleaming red liquid. "You didn't waste your time—you get this in exchange, don't you?"

Cassandra's excitement grew, her eyes wide and almost manic as she reached for the tube. But Killian pulled it back, making her pause in confusion. "So don't bitch about it, okay?" he said with a smirk.