Amiya lay on the table, her eyes tightly closed.
Then, a flawless Silver Needle pierced her delicate skin.
A few seconds later, it was pulled out.
The part where it had entered had turned black, and the blackness was spreading upward at a visible rate, quickly dissolving the Silver Needle into grains of dust that merged with the air.
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman holding the Silver Needle clicked her tongue softly and immediately raised her Magic Wand, muttering twice, causing the blackness to stop its erosion.
"You see," the woman turned around, looking at the young girls behind her with worried faces and spoke indifferently, "the limbs of a Moderation Worm, the glands of poison dart frogs, the venom of a three-step snake, I can identify three kinds of poison, and they are all the deadliest. It's like they really wanted her dead. Didn't she feel anything wrong when she was drinking?"
