Nonetheless, Frank ignored Kairo and turned toward Mole, demanding loudly, "Are we starting the second trial or not?" "Well..."

Mole turned toward Yosil, since this was an unprecedented case.

Yosil was staring at Frank in turn, seeing the determination and composure in his eyes, devoid of panic or fear.

It seemed that he was really not throwing away his life out of sheer pettiness, but to silence all his doubters.

And that left Yosil stunned.

After a while, he nodded at Mole. "Begin."

"Sir-"

"I said we can begin, or perhaps you don't understand?"

turned cool, projecting such a terrible presence that

"N-No..."

the Kornac's Keep apprentices brought. "The second trial begins now! Participants, you now have one hour to concoct an antidote in an hour to counteract the poison plaguing

chill running down

toward the man who was

your own grave. You don't get to

to be an insult to himself. Chuckling coolly, he

Frank, he somehow appeared apologetic "Sorry, man. Look, just don't haunt me when you die, okay? It's all Kairo Wal-he was the one who goaded you

overheard him, scowled

"Phew..."

as it may, Frank did not go onstage with the others to pick herbs

used the Five-Peat Archaeus to

ingested too much poison earlier. Forget the second trial-he would faint right now if he did not stop

drink that much

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