"You want to help me."
Tishaya spoke with difficulty, like someone after a hangover.
"I do have... an idea."
Saying this, she closed her eyes and shook her head hard.
When there's a sign of relief from this dizziness and fatigue, one can endure, at least thinking, 'If I endure a bit longer, it'll be milder, perhaps a good sleep will cure it completely.'
But once such discomfort shows no sign of relief, a person's willpower tends to weaken.
And Tishaya's rationality knew that without the intake of Chaos Magic Power, her condition wouldn't improve in just one or two days.
Chaos Magic Power had penetrated every corner of her body throughout her centuries-long career as a warlock, building her abilities beyond average human capacity.
Now that it's all gone, how can one adapt in just a few days?
"You have a way, then do it quickly," Lann said straightforwardly. "What do you need me to do?"
"..."
