I seized Prisk's bloated head in my palm.
The flesh beneath my grip squished like warm dough as I hoisted him effortlessly into the air, despite the fact he had the bloated mass of nearly two hundred kilograms.
His grotesque body wobbled and shook, fat folding over itself like layers of lard.
"H-Huh?! W-Why?! I can't move!" he cried out in a shrill, pitiful tone.
His limbs twitched, spasmed, desperate to resist.
But no matter how much he flailed or squirmed, nothing worked.
Ayuru had already done her part.
She had flooded his body with a surge of mana so potent, so violently unstable, that it completely tore apart his natural mana circulation.
It left his body paralyzed, void of balance and helpless.
"W-What the fuck is this?! P-Poison?! Is it poison?!"
"Oh no, my beloved Lord Husband," I said coldly, narrowing my eyes. "If it were poison, that'd be mercy."
Because what I'd done to him wasn't something so kind.
Poison could be treated, purged, and healed.
But this?
