After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"That's right, that's... that..."

Chris's emotions did not ease at all. Her whole body was shaking to the point that the chair was creaking, and her cold sweat was increasing.

"Um, last night...last night, didn't Master have some...uh, conversation with...with that brave Rosaline?"

"Yeah, I... No, how did you know!?"

Aize pretended to be angry and surprised.

Chris was completely unable to see through his current behavior and became even more terrified.

"I... I happened to see you two walking together, going up... upstairs when I returned to my room. I followed you in a fit of rage, and..."

"And? You eavesdropped?"

"Um...I'm sorry."

The girl nodded slowly.

Ai Ze held his waist and looked at her in annoyance, then let out a breath as if he had let go and forgiven her:

"Just for this? Never mind. It's nothing shameful anyway. Just be careful in the future and don't do such sneaky things."

"Really? Thank you, Master. I... No, that's not right!"

Subconsciously feeling happy and grateful for it, then realizing that wasn't the case.

The blue-haired girl shook her head desperately with a sad face, regret and apology swirling in her mind. Then she tore her hair almost uncontrollably and shouted in despair:

"No! I'm not talking about that! It's about what you and the Hero Rosaline did after I left and returned to my room... uh, that!"

"...After you return?"

Aize frowned.

The conversation last night lasted for several hours and ended after midnight.

But the only part that can be considered of some value is the one where Chris eavesdropped.

The rest is all nonsense related to the expedition.

Aize kept repeating his opinions, presenting facts and reasoning, and describing the huge losses that the so-called Jihad Army would suffer in the expedition.

It even came to the point where she was asked to think about her own future instead of the lives of her believers.

But it was useless.

The white saint was really like a turtle chanting scriptures, constantly repeating the same nonsense she never left her mouth, such as faith, mission and so on.

This made Aize's blood pressure almost explode, and he was so angry that he couldn't sleep when he returned to his room.

So much so that when I woke up in the morning, my face looked as pale as a dead person.

But are these things worthy of his apprentice's attitude?

Aize narrowed his eyes and looked at Chris with tears in her eyes, and the sense of incongruity became stronger and stronger.

Could this be... cross-server chat?

How could such a thing actually happen in real life?

Thinking of this, Aize moved another chair and sat down opposite Chris. He put away his sullen face and tried his best to look relaxed.

Then he asked solemnly:

"You, what are you talking about? Don't use riddles or innuendos. Tell me everything from the beginning, in detail. Don't leave out any part. Tell me everything again, just like you're reporting military intelligence!"

Reporting military intelligence means an order, and there is no power to refuse.

"……Yes."

Chris swallowed hard, her expression twisted for a moment, then turned as pale as paper, and she nodded slowly and heavily.

What's going on?

This made Aize start to panic.

"It's just... this morning, the administrator told me that Master looked very tired when he woke up, and his face looked very bad. He even... even felt a little unsteady on the road. I think it must be because of what happened last night."

"So, what exactly are you referring to when you say what happened last night?!"

"That's right...that's right...that you were forced to have sex with the brave Rosaline... No! You had sex... No! You did something that only husband and wife would do!"

After making up her mind and organizing her words a little, Chris finally spoke out.

In return, Aize was even more confused.

"...Chris, are you okay? Do you think I would do something like that with that guy?"

In terms of appearance, Rosalind is perfect, and can even be considered a leader in this world where people are generally very beautiful.

But there are too many indescribable things inside, so it’s so funny that there is no possibility of desire.

Do that kind of thing?

Are you kidding me? I’m going to vomit!

Chris is getting more and more excited:

"So! It was my fault! It was my fault that Master was attacked! And he was attacked for a whole night! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"No, who are you apologizing to? What do you mean by being attacked? Did you have a nightmare and your brain got damaged?!"

"Master, please stop, please stop! I know you want to comfort me, but... but... I already know everything, I know everything!"

As she spoke, under Aize's almost deadly gaze, Chris reached into her pocket with a trembling hand, took out the bottle that had been almost broken in just one day, and handed it to the other party.

"I found this in that woman's room this morning. There was clearly more than half a bottle left last night, and now it's empty! It's completely empty! Two drops should last a whole night, but this is empty, completely empty! How could nothing have happened?!"

Chapter 62 A ray of inspiration

"In other words, this trip for two was planned from the very beginning by your mother, the Marchioness, in order to bring our so-called stagnant relationship together?"

"……Correct."

"For this, they've stuffed us into a hot spring hotel, and encouraged their own children to break into men's rooms half-naked like nymphomaniacs, and even planned to drug us?"

"……Yes."

"You two... no, you have to count your dad too. You three are a really good family! Every single one of your creations is new and rotten!"

"……Thanks?"

"I'm not praising you!"

"Ah ah!!!"

Aize, who was extremely angry, hit his apprentice on the head with a heavy punch, which made her stagger with stars in her eyes and curl up into a ball holding her head.

Aize had thought about the motives behind the strange arrangements of this trip and had made some guesses in this direction.

I just didn't expect it to be so big.

The genetic genes of the Karlsade family are extremely strong.

After venting his anger, Aize let out a long breath, sorted himself out, and got down to business:

"In other words, the bottle of witch's liquid fell to the ground when you almost collided with the little girl, and was mixed with other jars of syrup, honey, and other things, and then brought into the room?"

"Woo..."

Chris covered the part that was beaten with tears in her eyes and nodded.

"Yes... No, I'm not really sure, but I did find an empty medicine jar in that woman's room this morning. So I wondered if Master... uh, was molested by that guy... or something."

Aize's mood, which had just calmed down, was instantly ignited again:

"Why do you have such a good imagination! If this really happened, wouldn't I run away!?"

Although Aize is weak, he is still a warrior with basic skills. His physical ability is still stronger than that of a pure auxiliary + nurse like Rosaline.

And Rosaline's skills are obviously not very suitable for rap.

So—while it might cause psychological trauma and long-term nightmares—it was fundamentally impossible for Rosalyn to do anything of that nature to Eze.

So, what exactly is this medicine...

Aize picked up the small bottle, held it in front of his eyes and studied it carefully.

At the latest, after the eavesdropping Chris left, the little girl named Jane walked into the room with cake, black tea and various seasonings, and served her master.

Aize vaguely remembered that at that time she did pour all the contents of the bottle into the black teacup, and Rosalin drank it quickly.

But not to mention being so horny that she lost her will, her behavior was not even the slightest bit different from usual.

In comparison, Aze's therapeutic talk during laning is even more effective.

So, why?

The hero's blessing can indeed make the hero immune to most of the toxins in this world, but the witch's secret medicine does not completely fall into this category.

For example, in the previous Tafia incident, Rufus used a poison developed based on the hero's self-repair system, which was not a poison in terms of mechanism, to cause Heidi, who was infected, to fall into severe pain and become unable to move.

Whether it is effective or not depends on the mechanism of action, and we cannot draw conclusions casually.

While Aize was thinking, Chris, who had just recovered from the headache, saw that her master's expression was becoming more and more serious.

He quickly smiled and clapped his hands, trying to smooth things over:

"I see. It must be because this potion has no effect on the hero, that's why this happened. Yeah, in that case, even if I attacked the master directly from the beginning, it would be meaningless. Everyone is happy~"

"You, a person who committed poisoning and attempted sexual harassment, have no right to make a summary here!!"

Aize angrily stabbed the other person again, and Chris curled up into a ball again.

The key to the problem is still this medicine.

If it is ineffective against all heroes, then it is a pure protection effect. This matter ends here and is no longer worth further research.

But what if it only doesn't work on Rosaline?

Is it possible to reverse the process and thus grasp some very critical information?

Thinking of this, he shook the small bottle.

Although it has been basically cleared, there are still a few small drops left.

or--

He lowered his gaze to the teacup on the table.

The dangerous thought only lasted for a moment before Aize shook his head with all his might to dispel it.

It is unknown whether I still have complete resistance to poison now that I have lost the protection of the hero, so it has no reference value for experiments.

Moreover, the moment he had this thought, he could clearly feel a passionate and expectant look coming from Chris's direction.

It's too dangerous, absolutely not.

"Chrissy."

"have!?"

"Then send this to Villian. Have her pause what she's doing and first examine its ingredients and mechanism of action. This could be the key to breaking the deadlock."

"Yes!"

The girl put away her not-so-harmonious smile, stood up and saluted.

After a moment's thought, Aize smiled wickedly and added:

"By the way, tell her everything that happened last night, without missing a single word. This will help shorten the examination time."

"Yes... eh?"

Chris's face suddenly turned as pale as an undead who had been trapped in a coffin for hundreds of years, without a trace of blood.

This is also normal.

As mentioned before, Chris's feelings towards Villian, while undoubtedly positive overall, are actually quite complicated.

On the negative side, I somewhat feel that the other person is a love rival, but because of my self-loathing caused by my own muddle-headed and unreasonable state, I feel that I am not worthy of being compared with the other person.

In this case, you also need to tell the other person the whole story of your sneaking away and your failure.

A complete public execution.