From the words of the headmaster, William was sure this grandson was poisoned by that toxin indeed. It was just like what the headmaster here suspected and guessed on his own accord.
The symptoms of stagnation, the lethargy, and that underlying sickly sweetness in the spiritual aura were unmistakable markers of long-term exposure.
And this solved a big mystery for William. The latter knew a lot about this toxin. He had been puzzled that such a specific poison, which fundamentally originated from the outer world, could be delivered to the traitors inside the academy to deal with his two girls on such short notice.
It didn't make sense for a high-level necrotic agent to be smuggled across borders in a single afternoon.
The poison was already here from the start, and that explained everything for him. It had been circulating within the upper echelons of the academy for years, used as a silent tool for internal power struggles and the systematic pruning of rival bloodlines.
