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"Kuchi bhar nok jobat nilmotkha…" The daemonic healer began to chant in silver-tongue, and Sir Arthur saw how the ingredients in his mortar began to glow with his words.

"Mrithayn alpger thuu khaji laovkhi botuh!"

The daemonic healer raised the mortar in his hands and then threw away the pestle. It clambered on to his dark niche, and Sir Arthur heard something break that sounded like glass.

"Why do you want this elfen to be healed so badly, dream spirit?" Byouji asked as he pried open Archer's mouth with his dirty hands.

The smell of the liquid antidote that Byouji created was enough to make just about anyone retch. Even with a strong stomach, Sir Arthur knew no one would want to smell nor drink that.

The black cat's nose being several times stronger than an average human's nose was dying to get out of the daemonic healer's abode fast.

What was taking him so long? He was not this much of a chatter box the last time the black cat had met him.