Lucien widened his eyes as he looked at Selvia, thinking to himself: 'Why is she requesting a soul-nourishing medicine? Could it be... did Lathel do something terrible to her?'
'Damn it! That bastard Lathel—if he dared to hurt her, I'll… I'll…'
Lucien clenched his teeth, but in the end, he didn't know what he could do to Lathel. All he could do was sigh and wait for Lyra's response.
Professor Lyra frowned, glancing at Selvia with a confused look. "I've examined you—your soul is perfectly fine. What do you need a soul-nourishing medicine for?"
Selvia pressed her lips together and quickly explained, "Master, Lathel said that his strength is increasing too fast, and he can't keep up with it."
"Moreover, he realized that his soul has been damaged, which is causing him trouble when trying to control his energy."
"He's currently trying to resolve that problem, but I thought that using a soul-nourishing medicine would help him recover faster."
