The trap the Witch had set on the book triggered, unleashing pathogens into the air potent enough to kill any intruder a hundred times over.
Even Grendel, who had just demonstrated exceptional resistance, couldn't help but cough softly, fumbling in her pocket for some unknown Potion to swallow.
On the other hand, Lance felt nothing at all.
Is this it?
Joy!
The sensation of cheating is truly exhilarating.
Lance merely glanced at the human skin book before closing it. Its contents were not suitable for viewing at that moment, especially with another person present.
Grendel's attention was distracted by the pathogens. By the time she reacted, Lance had already stowed the book away. She said nothing more, silently watching him rummage through the cabin.
Whether he recognized the items or not, Lance's principle had always been: "It's all mine!"—complete with the mental image of a triumphant, clenched fist.
