Well, if she didn't clean it out of town that would have made sense, but...
«Now that I think about it, there was something strange. Jencia's smell changed after falling into the wateraaa».
Missha's report convinced me. Although not as good as Rotmiller, her olfactory status was on the high side as a beastwoman.
«It used to be stinkier».
«Like the Lair of Beasts?»
«Ohh! Now that you say it, yes. No wonder it smelled familiar!»
Jencia was the mafia, and a malicious variable that I judged had a lot of room to become negative. Thanks to that, I was able to prepare in advance.
Stab!
The moment Jencia's sword pierced Mr. Bear's abdomen, Missha, who had been waiting, three a vial at that precise moment.
Break!
The glass broke and its contents spilled out.
"Thanks, that should be about 30 million Pi-Kyaaah!" As she muttered something calmly, she was covered in liquid and jumped back in surprise. "W-what the heck! What did you throw at me?"
I got up quickly. I suppose the timing of his surprise attack was partially due to my fainting.
"What...?" Jencia seemed even more bewildered.
Instead of answering, I let out a scream. "Behell-aaaaaaaaaah!"
What do you think? From now on, it's called self-defense.