How strange this really is.
"Out of forty-two types of mushrooms here, only this one is poisonous, and you managed to pick it."
You're quite the little glutton, aren't you?
"Hmm?"
Cyril noticed someone beside him and, after seeing clearly, exclaimed in shock, "Why is it you!!?"
Anyone would have been fine, why did it have to be him!
"Of course, because I'm the one responsible for leading the group, did you think I wanted this?"
Herbert shrugged helplessly and then casually tossed "Cyril's Book of Hatred" back to him.
Cyril originally had many other questions to ask, but the moment he instinctively caught the Book of Hatred, he forgot them all and asked anxiously, "Did you! Did you read what's inside?"
How did it end up in his hands!!?
"I did." Herbert nodded with a smile, showing no shame in his actions.
"You!"
Cyril, furious, jumped up from the ground in a flash, ready to grab him by the collar.
