After glancing back to see if Raha was looking, he carefully wiped the blood off his hand into the mouth of the glass bottle.
However, the amount was much smaller than he had expected, and it was certainly nowhere near enough to inject into his own body.
His father had said he needed to collect enough blood to fill more than half the small glass vial to inject it, and it would be absolutely impossible to get that much just by breaking a teacup and swinging a shard.
‘Is there another way…’
No matter how much he thought about it, there was no way to draw blood from Raha’s body.
‘Yes, if an assassin were to appear and attack… Ah! An assassin…!’
For a moment, a light flashed in Edrion’s eyes.
If an assassin attacked, he would be able to fill a few of these small glass vials. Just enough so he wouldn’t die.
No, it would be even better if he died.
Once the spawning season of the Monster Flowers ended, he could harvest monster plants whenever he wanted anyway.
If he brewed and drank them, which contained some light attribute, his lost light attribute would be replenished.
There was the inconvenience of having to cut and brew them on the spot since the light attribute would disappear if he cut a large amount at once, so it might be difficult during the Monster Flowers’ spawning season, but he could work around that somehow.
Once Raha died and disappeared, he would be the only one with light attributes, so even if there was a one-in-a-million chance he couldn’t get runaway suppression therapy during that time, there would be no other way for them.
Edrion thought this as he stared at the blood on the mouth of the bottle that hadn’t even filled the inside properly.
‘There’s no other way but to have him attacked by a monster.’
It was a bit uncomfortable and troublesome to use the communication device to contact his father, but thinking it was the only way to quickly get the blood and inject it into his body, Edrion began to walk quickly.
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The face of Raha, who had entered the first-floor lobby holding his injured arm to get treated, was stiffened.
‘He definitely swung it at me on purpose.’
It wasn’t his imagination.
He had held the broken teacup shard in his hand and aimed precisely for his forearm.
‘Why…? Why on earth…?’
No matter how much he thought about it, there was no reason for Edrion to attack him.
In the original work, it was Raha who had eyes bloodshot with the intent to get rid of Edrion, always looking for an opportunity.
Raha felt a strange sense of unease, thinking that Edrion’s attack was neither a mistake nor a coincidence.
“Are you hurt?”
At the voice suddenly heard from behind him, Raha’s shoulders flinched.
When he turned his head, Grey, who he had no idea why was here, was walking toward him with long strides, his eyes fixed intently on his arm.
“Ah…”
“Where did you get hurt? How?”
Grey grabbed Raha’s arm and checked the wounded area as if it were nothing, his brow furrowing slightly.
He stared at the long, cut scar for a long time, as if he were displeased by it.
“Um, let go…”
As he struggled to get away, twisting his arm slightly, Grey let out an “Ah,” startled, and let go.
“Let’s go get it treated first.”
Watching Grey walk ahead of him, Raha blinked rapidly and asked as he followed him.
“What brings you to the Grand Duke’s castle?”
Since Grey hadn’t visited the Grand Duke’s castle often in the original work, it was natural for him to be puzzled by seeing him come and go so casually.
At that question, Grey suddenly grabbed Raha’s uninjured arm, pulled him toward himself, and lifted him up in one go.
“Ugh?!”
“Your steps are slow because you’re hurt, so we’ll go like this.”
“Yes?”
It wasn’t like his leg was hurt; it was his arm, yet he said his steps were slow because he was hurt.
Moreover, what was this “princess carry”?
Raha was dumbfounded by the situation, blinking his eyes repeatedly.
“Oh! High Priest!”
Just then, Fargo, who had only just come down after hearing the bell from the glass greenhouse, came running, calling out to Raha with a startled face.
Raha told Fargo that there were broken teacup shards on the floor of the greenhouse table and asked him to clean them up.
“Broken teacup? How did that happen…”
As soon as he heard that, before the surprised Fargo could even finish his sentence, Grey stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Raha.
‘Ah, maybe he thinks I caused a scene again…’
It wouldn’t be strange to think that.
Considering what Raha had done to Edrion in the past, throwing a teacup to the floor was on the cute side.
“I, I’m telling you in advance, I didn’t break it. High Priest Edrion dropped it by mistake.”
As Raha said this with a straight face, Grey raised one hand and checked his injured arm again, asking.
“Edrion dropped the teacup by mistake, so why is the High Priest’s arm torn?”
“Torn… what do you mean. It was just a light scratch… Ah, it hurts, it hurts.”
Because Grey bent his arm slightly inward as if to look more closely at his words that it was just a “light scratch,” Raha cried out in pain.
Startled, Grey immediately let go of the arm and supported his waist again.
“How did you get hurt?”
“…Just, by mistake.”
“It’s unlikely that Edrion would have thrown the teacup at the High Priest…”
“Of course not.”
“Even if he had thrown it, it wouldn’t have caused a cut like this.”
It seemed Grey realized just by looking at the scar that it was a wound intentionally inflicted by a person.
Raha’s face went rigid as the thought of Edrion’s attack surfaced again.
“Call a doctor.”
As soon as they entered the reception room on the bedroom floor, Grey ordered the attendant who was following them, then carefully sat Raha down on the sofa and sat next to him. He then grabbed his injured arm again and checked it from all angles.
When Raha looked at him in bewilderment, wondering if anything would change if he kept staring at the long mark cut by the glass shard, Grey lifted his head and met Raha’s blue eyes with his deep grey ones.
Raha’s shoulders instinctively flinched at the sudden eye contact.
“What kind of wound is this?”
“…Just,”
“If you’re thinking of lying or covering it up, it would be better not to. Teore will find out about this wound anyway.”
Knowing that Teore would never stay still if he saw Raha’s wound, he said in a soothing tone that if he told him first, he would be able to handle it well on his side so Teore wouldn’t go berserk.
At that, Raha let out a short sigh, nodded, and told him exactly what had happened earlier in detail.
Of course, he emphasized several times that he wasn’t trying to suspect Edrion, but he continued by saying that while it seemed like a mistake, it felt so intentionally targeted that he was currently having trouble judging the situation.
