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The stench of the deceased permeated the air.
It was no exaggeration by any means. Alphiero paused silently as he peered into the room.
Empty potion vials were strewn across the floor, among them some shattered to pieces. Dark blood-stained bandages were scattered here and there as well.
A soft, rhythmic breathing could be heard.
There lay Amelia Merwin in a half-reclined state.
She wasn’t on a bed but rather in a piece of furniture resembling a bathtub. Inside it were various potions, unidentifiable liquids, and Amelia’s own blood. The tubes connected to her suggested that the liquid inside the tub was replacing her bodily fluids.
"It looks like you’ve even mixed in narcotics," Alphiero tsked as he stepped into the room filled with the smell of decay. It was reminiscent of a garbage dump.
Crunch.
He inadvertently stepped on a potion vial and broke it.
"Only things vile enough to even intoxicate a demon. But they don’t seem quite effective,” he commented.
Shhh... shhh….
There was even an oxygen mask covering her nose and mouth. Amelia Merwin silently gazed at Alphiero. Her eyes were clouded.… Was she far gone? Or was her mind merely fogged by the drug's effects? Surely not. Alphiero shook his head as he approached her.
"No drug can truly alleviate the pain that tears one's existence apart, Amelia Merwin. From what I see, you are indulging in a futile endeavor. Changing all your fluids, severing all your nerves, even eroding your consciousness... none of that will change who you truly are,” said Alphiero.
"Why are you here?" responded Amelia.
The response didn’t come from...
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