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?"

such a terrible

"N-No..."

the herbs and cauldrons that the Kornac's Keep apprentices brought. "The second trial begins now! Participants, you now have one hour to concoct

running down

toward the man who was poisoned the

You dug your own grave. You

an insult to himself. Chuckling

don't haunt me when you die, okay? It's

who overheard him, scowled

"Phew..."

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

meditation and used the

ingested too much poison earlier. Forget the second trial-he would faint right now

to drink

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