As soon as she saw the woman on the podium with seven eyes, wearing a bizarre dress, her brain's self-protection mechanism was triggered.
This was insurance set by the Guild for every investigator, to prevent them from going mad from the omnipresent whispers when investigating high-pollution, high-risk planes.
"Su, are you really okay?"
Her roommates had no choice but to ask again.
Su's strange behavior attracted a lot of attention—this was not the kind of attention the girls wanted; they wanted to be seen as objects of admiration, not as sick freaks.
They could all tell that Su was in an extremely odd state today. As a noble lady, she usually placed great importance on social etiquette, and wearing a magic robe to the banquet hall was already improper.
More so, she somehow took out a bottle of Magic Potion and drank the entire bottle of black liquid under everyone's gaze.
This improved her condition somewhat; at least she wasn't banging her head on the table anymore.
