"I'm different from Belengar and Geralt in terms of attitude towards the Cyan Grass Trial."
Lann slowly organized the connection between the infusion tube and the inverted round-bottom flask, speaking softly.
He didn't look at Stuart on the restraint bed, but Stuart understood that these words were meant for him.
"When they underwent the Cyan Grass Trial at Ker Morhan, their only fear was not making it through."
"But when I underwent the mutation, I was very clear-minded; even if the mutation completed, that was just the first step of my goal. If I couldn't endure even the first step, perhaps my life would be easier... by ending prematurely."
"But I succeeded."
As he spoke, Lann had already connected the infusion tube.
The tricolored potion was mixed proportionally and flowed smoothly from the round-bottom flask into the infusion tube, only kept from flowing further because Lann pinched the tube, balancing the pressure.
