Seeing Rufus sprawled on the floor, gasping and twitching like a dying fish, Julius's composure snapped.
His eyes blazed with fury as he spun toward Luca, his voice breaking through the tense silence.
"You—! You—! You!"
But Luca only raised his hands and laughed softly, utterly unfazed.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up." He said casually. "Don't go blaming me for this. I didn't do anything wrong. I merely gave the man some medicine—your disciple's medicine."
He gestured to Isaac with a lazy flick of his wrist.
"If anyone's responsible here, it's him. He's the one who was so confident that this miracle sludge would heal her. Remember? He said it was perfectly safe, guaranteed results."
"So if you're going to yell at someone, Master Healer, yell at your student."
Julius's jaw clenched so hard his teeth audibly ground together. He turned toward Isaac, fury barely contained.
"Isaac." He hissed.
The young elf's face was pale as chalk.
"M-Master, I-I don't know what happened!" He stammered.
