Puppet Mistress was momentarily stunned. Indeed, she had never experienced this. Since her transformation from a puppet to a flesh-and-blood form, having lost the puppet form's energy storage method, she had used her body as a reservoir for curse magic. Allowing the curse to flow throughout her body. This enabled her to unleash tremendous combat power at any moment.
Lynne looked at her intently and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it is the powerful curse magic within you that's masking certain pathological changes in your body. If you don't believe me, you could temporarily suppress the curse magic and see what happens."
Puppet Mistress was skeptical. She confirmed again and again. Bloodsaw's apprentice shouldn't be deceiving or mocking her. After all, she could find no reason for it.
Could he really have seen something in her body? This... Impossible, right?
Still, she extended her hand, doubtfully making several mysterious gestures.
With a rumbling halo lighting up her entire body, the cruse energy flowing through her veins rapidly gathered in front of her chest, visible to the naked eye.
Using a special technique, she temporarily transferred all the cruse energy in her body to her heart. Now, except for her heart, her entire body had become unprotected flesh and blood.
Almost instantly, as she dispelled the energy, Puppet Mistress's expression shook dramatically.
"Cough—"
Her complexion changed drastically, and she suddenly started coughing, tremendous pressure spreading from her bones to her brain.
Her bones creaked as if they couldn't bear the burden, and her muscles became stiff and awkward. In that instant, she felt a great illusion, as if she were still in her original puppet form as if she had never turned into flesh and blood.
"This... how can this be..." she exclaimed in horror.
Lynne narrowed his eyes deeply, adjusted his glasses, and browsed through the system's disease explanations in his mind, saying: "Madam, if I'm not wrong, you weren't originally in flesh and blood form, were you? According to my diagnosis, there seems to be a remnant of a curse hidden inside you, slowly eroding your body, and causing pathological changes over time. The most direct effect is its impact on your bones and flesh!"
Lynne, holding his chin, said seriously: "Your bones and flesh seem to be transforming into a state resembling wood and fiber."
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's Sanity -10]
Puppet Mistress's whole body trembled violently.
"This... this is impossible... The Bloodborne Curse was clearly lifted!"
Wood and fiber. Her mind almost instantly recalled her state before meeting Bloodsaw. A puppet. One made with wooden bones, filled with plant fibers and resin... A monster!
Her face turned pale.
Lynne said calmly, "This transformation must have been going on for many years. The reason you haven't noticed it is that you have become accustomed to using curse magic to drive your body, rather than relying on the body itself. This, in turn, has further weakened your body!
With the enhancement of cruse energy, you might not feel any abnormalities, but once you encounter a special situation where the energy is exhausted, this pathological change in your body will immediately backlash against you."
Lynne narrowed his eyes and said: "If this had been discovered a few decades later, I fear that once you dispel the cruse energy, your body would collapse immediately."
Buzz—
Puppet Mistress's mind went blank. She murmured, moving her lips, but unable to utter a word.
This... this... How could this be...
She merely wanted to feign illness, have the young man give her a massage, prescribe some medicine, and then use it as a pretext to match him with her daughters... How could a casual diagnosis reveal a host of illnesses?
She was on the verge of tears.
"But don't worry." Lynne glanced at her and said: "Fortunately, ma'am, you met me. Perhaps this is fate. It seems destiny has determined that I should help you cure your condition."
That's right. It must be fate. Otherwise, why would this lady come to his room in the middle of the night, asking him to treat her? Could his charm be so strong that even a glance from his master's wife would make her want to drag him into a dark room for some shameful play?
That seemed impossible.
Puppet Mistress instantly turned pale, grabbed Lynne's hand, and pulled it to her chest, exclaiming: "Really?! Can you truly cure me?! Rest assured, if you really can cure me, I'll do anything you say. Even if we quietly (beep—) roll in the sheets, I won't be uncooperative!"
Lynne: "(꒪Д꒪)"
What the heck! This suddenly touches my moral blind spot. Damn! Is this world so open?! Ma'am, don't say such strange things! You're making it difficult for me to treat you!
Lynne coughed and struggled to withdraw his hand, saying: "No need for rolling in the sheets. I am still a very proper young man, not inclined towards such taboo experiments, and moreover..."
My orientation doesn't allow me to choose something so overwhelming. Compared to ma'am who's a robust lady, I'd prefer...
Of course, he dared not voice these last two thoughts.
"Let's focus on the matter at hand." Lynne adjusted his monocle, calmly picked up a feather pen, and said: "I've discovered remnants of a curse in your body, ma'am. This suggests you might have used some method to remove its effects. Can you tell me what that was? So I can treat you accordingly."
This method wasn't mentioned in the system's diagnostic explanation.
Puppet Mistress was momentarily taken aback, her pale face suddenly turning a slight red, and said: "Are you sure you want me to say it?"
Lynne, with a deadpan expression, calmly raised his head and said: "Of course, I'm a doctor, a white-clad angel. I need to understand the situation fully to prescribe the right remedy. You understand, right?"
Puppet Mistress hesitated, then nodded. Her face reddened slightly as she said: "Actually, it's quite simple. In our curse-breaking method, you just need to find a being with strong feelings for you, and then at a moment of emotional outburst... Let them fiercely take you to the pinnacle of ecstasy!"
She looked earnestly at Lynne, who was becoming increasingly dumbfounded, and held up a finger: "When we're very high, it can suppress the Bloodborne Curse in our body!"
Clatter—
The feather pen in Lynne's hand dropped to the floor. He looked utterly dazed.
"Uh..."
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Puppet Mistress leaned forward earnestly, saying: "It has to be when we're really high! Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced! Do you know what it means to be very high?"
Lynne (꒪Д꒪)ノ said, "Uh... It's probably not what I'm thinking, right..."
Puppet Mistress nodded vigorously, seriously saying: "No, it's exactly what you're thinking!"
"…"
"…"
Silence enveloped the room.
Lynne sat dazedly on the counter, while the imposing Puppet Mistress leaned forward, her gaze intense as she looked at him. If Lynne glanced down even slightly, he could see beneath the neckline of her nightgown...
The scene was as bizarre as it gets.
Lynne rubbed his eyes hard, leaning back in exasperation, and said: "Why don't you try with my teacher again?"
Puppet Mistress's gaze was intense: "When I was a puppet, I knew nothing of beauty or ugliness, and after growing up, it was too late for regrets. Besides, your teacher can no longer get me high."
"Why?"
"Because he has a problem."
Lynne blankly asked, "What problem?"
Puppet Mistress, as if recalling something extremely irritating, narrowed her eyes and said: "That problem that you men fear the most!"
Buzz—
Lynne's gaze instantly became vacant. This explosive and frightening news was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a fishpond, creating numerous radiated grilled fish.
This shouldn't be the kind of information a disciple ought to know! No way! Can't be!
(ΩДΩ)!!
Sir! I swear I didn't mean to find out! In my heart, you've always been a robust and invincible man!
"Wait, let me sort this out first!"
Lynne extended his hand, swiftly regaining his composure, striving to calm his expression. He quickly recalled the solutions provided by the system for those conditions.
"Emotion... climax... void... suppression..."
Lynne captured these keywords. He frowned, brainstorming.
"Madam, I have another question. Have you ever considered that to lift the curse inside you, it might not necessarily require H, but just a peak of emotion? Do you think this could be possible?"
Puppet Mistress sat down, holding her chest, and closed her eyes: "Of course I've thought about that. But things aren't as simple as you think. To be frank, before I met your teacher, my original form was a puppet ensnared by a curse."
Lynne was startled.
"A puppet has no emotions, no morals, no shame, no joy, no sorrow. Or rather, it's not that they don't exist, it's just difficult to evoke them."
She opened her eyes, her voice softening.
"Our lineage chose the most peaceful method: find a trustworthy flesh-and-blood being, gradually build a bond with them, then little by little, evoke our emotions in the interaction, and finally, during h, burst forth completely, thereby completing the transformation."
Her gaze deepened.
"There are other methods, but they're too cruel."
For instance, through immense torture, making the puppet experience the most painful despair and hatred, she could also undergo transformation.
Or, by destroying everything she cares about in front of her—her friends, her former relatives, everything she loved and cherished—she could probably transform amidst extreme sorrow.
Compared to these extreme methods, transforming amidst happiness is actually the best way. Because for them, still in their puppet phase, H is essentially an evocation of inner emotions. The deeper the feelings, the more happiness is felt during H.
Lynne pondered deeply.
"So that's how it is..." Then he raised his head, speaking gravely: "But now it seems that this method isn't a permanent solution. At least the curse inside you hasn't been completely eradicated."
With her eyes closed, Puppet Mistress scoffed: "For that, you'll have to ask your teacher."
Lynne: "..."
He thought for a moment. Then, raising his head seriously, he said: "I've just thought of something. If during your puppet phase, due to a special structure and some deep, mysterious reasons, you could only feel happiness from h during emotional arousal..."
Snap—
Lynne slapped his forehead in exasperation.
Damn! What was he doing, discussing how to H in the dead of night behind his teacher's back? How absurd! That's too embarrassing!
"And then?" Puppet Mistress asked curiously, waiting.
Lynne, trying to suppress his internal rhetoric, said with a stern face: "But now, madam, you're no longer a puppet. Doesn't that mean you no longer need emotional arousal? Just the emotions induced by the body should be able to suppress the curse, right?"
Puppet Mistress was taken aback.
"Do you want to try it?"
Lynne stood up firmly, his collarbone clearly visible from the neck.
Puppet Mistress gazed at Lynne in a daze, her heart starting to thump wildly.
"How... how do we try?"
Could it be... Had Bloodsaw's apprentice suddenly come to a realization? Was he really considering... That... that's too taboo!
...
A few minutes later, in the potion room.
Lynne stood calmly in front of the alchemy cauldron, slowly stirring the thick, bubbling liquid inside.
Puppet Mistress sat there with her arms crossed, a look of disappointment and displeasure on her face, and a few black lines above her head.
"Is it potion making?"
Lynne, puzzled: "What else?"
Puppet Mistress, with her eyes closed: "I thought it was..."
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's favorability towards you -1]
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's favorability towards you -1]
Lynne, utterly bewildered, was filled with question marks.
Could it be that his master's wife really thought he was perverted enough to use his own body to suppress her curse? Setting aside whether his teacher would kill him for such a thing, even if he had the ability, he didn't have the means! He couldn't...
"..."
"..."
It actually might be possible...
Lynne quickly shook his head, dispelling the bizarre thought, and then pulled out a small bottle of potion from his pocket. Narrowing his eyes, he poured it into the large cauldron.
Clatter—
A wisp of pink smoke rose, forming into a heart shape.
[Passionate Succubus Perfume] x1
This was an item he had exchanged from the system store before, never finding the opportunity to use it. Now, it finally had its purpose. He quickly bottled the potion and sealed it.
Lynne turned around, looking at Puppet Mistress across from him, and said calmly: "Madam, we can begin now!"
...
Ten minutes later, on the operating table.
Puppet Mistress sat on the operating table in amazement, watching as Lynne raised the table to a semi-reclining position. Then she saw Lynne use the handcuffs on the table to secure her hands and feet.
"Are you playing so fancifully?"
Lynne adjusted his monocle calmly and shook his head: "Madam, please don't say strange things. This is a safety measure to prevent you from moving unexpectedly."
Lynne narrowed his eyes and picked up a syringe.
"To prevent any accidents, I will temporarily inject a certain dose of anesthetic into your limbs. But all of this is for the final treatment. Do you wish to continue?"
Puppet Mistress hesitated, then said, "If it can suppress the curse, then any method is acceptable."
Lynne nodded. He then placed all the potions he had just brewed in front of her.
"Madam, if you drink these potions and can endure until dawn, I assure you that the curse within you will be significantly suppressed. But please remember, do not make too loud a noise."
Puppet Mistress looked at the pink potion with hesitation and asked: "So what exactly is this potion?"
Lynne took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Well... I'll tell you once the curse is suppressed."
Because it was really hard to explain! After all, this was his first time brewing such a thing, and he wasn't proficient in it.
Gulp—gulp—
A few minutes later, Puppet Mistress had consumed all the potions, and Lynne had administered a large dose of anesthetic to her arms and legs.
"All done."
Lynne calmly walked to the door and turned to look at Puppet Mistress lying on the operating table.
"The effects of the potion will start working soon. But please remember, everything is a necessary sacrifice to suppress the curse. I couldn't think of a better method, so this was the only option. Madam, I believe you can make it through."
Puppet Mistress, taken aback, was about to ask more when Lynne already closed the door with a snap.
Lynne quickly locked the operating room door, grabbed a board and nails, and swiftly sealed the door shut. He then hurried back to the attic, stuffed cotton balls in his ears, closed his eyes, and tried to rest.
Puppet Mistress was momentarily stunned. Indeed, she had never experienced this. Since her transformation from a puppet to a flesh-and-blood form, having lost the puppet form's energy storage method, she had used her body as a reservoir for curse magic. Allowing the curse to flow throughout her body. This enabled her to unleash tremendous combat power at any moment.
Lynne looked at her intently and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it is the powerful curse magic within you that's masking certain pathological changes in your body. If you don't believe me, you could temporarily suppress the curse magic and see what happens."
Puppet Mistress was skeptical. She confirmed again and again. Bloodsaw's apprentice shouldn't be deceiving or mocking her. After all, she could find no reason for it.
Could he really have seen something in her body? This... Impossible, right?
Still, she extended her hand, doubtfully making several mysterious gestures.
With a rumbling halo lighting up her entire body, the cruse energy flowing through her veins rapidly gathered in front of her chest, visible to the naked eye.
Using a special technique, she temporarily transferred all the cruse energy in her body to her heart. Now, except for her heart, her entire body had become unprotected flesh and blood.
Almost instantly, as she dispelled the energy, Puppet Mistress's expression shook dramatically.
"Cough—"
Her complexion changed drastically, and she suddenly started coughing, tremendous pressure spreading from her bones to her brain.
Her bones creaked as if they couldn't bear the burden, and her muscles became stiff and awkward. In that instant, she felt a great illusion, as if she were still in her original puppet form as if she had never turned into flesh and blood.
"This... how can this be..." she exclaimed in horror.
Lynne narrowed his eyes deeply, adjusted his glasses, and browsed through the system's disease explanations in his mind, saying: "Madam, if I'm not wrong, you weren't originally in flesh and blood form, were you? According to my diagnosis, there seems to be a remnant of a curse hidden inside you, slowly eroding your body, and causing pathological changes over time. The most direct effect is its impact on your bones and flesh!"
Lynne, holding his chin, said seriously: "Your bones and flesh seem to be transforming into a state resembling wood and fiber."
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's Sanity -10]
Puppet Mistress's whole body trembled violently.
"This... this is impossible... The Bloodborne Curse was clearly lifted!"
Wood and fiber. Her mind almost instantly recalled her state before meeting Bloodsaw. A puppet. One made with wooden bones, filled with plant fibers and resin... A monster!
Her face turned pale.
Lynne said calmly, "This transformation must have been going on for many years. The reason you haven't noticed it is that you have become accustomed to using curse magic to drive your body, rather than relying on the body itself. This, in turn, has further weakened your body!
With the enhancement of cruse energy, you might not feel any abnormalities, but once you encounter a special situation where the energy is exhausted, this pathological change in your body will immediately backlash against you."
Lynne narrowed his eyes and said: "If this had been discovered a few decades later, I fear that once you dispel the cruse energy, your body would collapse immediately."
Buzz—
Puppet Mistress's mind went blank. She murmured, moving her lips, but unable to utter a word.
This... this... How could this be...
She merely wanted to feign illness, have the young man give her a massage, prescribe some medicine, and then use it as a pretext to match him with her daughters... How could a casual diagnosis reveal a host of illnesses?
She was on the verge of tears.
"But don't worry." Lynne glanced at her and said: "Fortunately, ma'am, you met me. Perhaps this is fate. It seems destiny has determined that I should help you cure your condition."
That's right. It must be fate. Otherwise, why would this lady come to his room in the middle of the night, asking him to treat her? Could his charm be so strong that even a glance from his master's wife would make her want to drag him into a dark room for some shameful play?
That seemed impossible.
Puppet Mistress instantly turned pale, grabbed Lynne's hand, and pulled it to her chest, exclaiming: "Really?! Can you truly cure me?! Rest assured, if you really can cure me, I'll do anything you say. Even if we quietly (beep—) roll in the sheets, I won't be uncooperative!"
Lynne: "(꒪Д꒪)"
What the heck! This suddenly touches my moral blind spot. Damn! Is this world so open?! Ma'am, don't say such strange things! You're making it difficult for me to treat you!
Lynne coughed and struggled to withdraw his hand, saying: "No need for rolling in the sheets. I am still a very proper young man, not inclined towards such taboo experiments, and moreover..."
My orientation doesn't allow me to choose something so overwhelming. Compared to ma'am who's a robust lady, I'd prefer...
Of course, he dared not voice these last two thoughts.
"Let's focus on the matter at hand." Lynne adjusted his monocle, calmly picked up a feather pen, and said: "I've discovered remnants of a curse in your body, ma'am. This suggests you might have used some method to remove its effects. Can you tell me what that was? So I can treat you accordingly."
This method wasn't mentioned in the system's diagnostic explanation.
Puppet Mistress was momentarily taken aback, her pale face suddenly turning a slight red, and said: "Are you sure you want me to say it?"
Lynne, with a deadpan expression, calmly raised his head and said: "Of course, I'm a doctor, a white-clad angel. I need to understand the situation fully to prescribe the right remedy. You understand, right?"
Puppet Mistress hesitated, then nodded. Her face reddened slightly as she said: "Actually, it's quite simple. In our curse-breaking method, you just need to find a being with strong feelings for you, and then at a moment of emotional outburst... Let them fiercely take you to the pinnacle of ecstasy!"
She looked earnestly at Lynne, who was becoming increasingly dumbfounded, and held up a finger: "When we're very high, it can suppress the Bloodborne Curse in our body!"
Clatter—
The feather pen in Lynne's hand dropped to the floor. He looked utterly dazed.
"Uh..."
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Puppet Mistress leaned forward earnestly, saying: "It has to be when we're really high! Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced! Do you know what it means to be very high?"
Lynne (꒪Д꒪)ノ said, "Uh... It's probably not what I'm thinking, right..."
Puppet Mistress nodded vigorously, seriously saying: "No, it's exactly what you're thinking!"
"…"
"…"
Silence enveloped the room.
Lynne sat dazedly on the counter, while the imposing Puppet Mistress leaned forward, her gaze intense as she looked at him. If Lynne glanced down even slightly, he could see beneath the neckline of her nightgown...
The scene was as bizarre as it gets.
Lynne rubbed his eyes hard, leaning back in exasperation, and said: "Why don't you try with my teacher again?"
Puppet Mistress's gaze was intense: "When I was a puppet, I knew nothing of beauty or ugliness, and after growing up, it was too late for regrets. Besides, your teacher can no longer get me high."
"Why?"
"Because he has a problem."
Lynne blankly asked, "What problem?"
Puppet Mistress, as if recalling something extremely irritating, narrowed her eyes and said: "That problem that you men fear the most!"
Buzz—
Lynne's gaze instantly became vacant. This explosive and frightening news was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a fishpond, creating numerous radiated grilled fish.
This shouldn't be the kind of information a disciple ought to know! No way! Can't be!
(ΩДΩ)!!
Sir! I swear I didn't mean to find out! In my heart, you've always been a robust and invincible man!
"Wait, let me sort this out first!"
Lynne extended his hand, swiftly regaining his composure, striving to calm his expression. He quickly recalled the solutions provided by the system for those conditions.
"Emotion... climax... void... suppression..."
Lynne captured these keywords. He frowned, brainstorming.
"Madam, I have another question. Have you ever considered that to lift the curse inside you, it might not necessarily require H, but just a peak of emotion? Do you think this could be possible?"
Puppet Mistress sat down, holding her chest, and closed her eyes: "Of course I've thought about that. But things aren't as simple as you think. To be frank, before I met your teacher, my original form was a puppet ensnared by a curse."
Lynne was startled.
"A puppet has no emotions, no morals, no shame, no joy, no sorrow. Or rather, it's not that they don't exist, it's just difficult to evoke them."
She opened her eyes, her voice softening.
"Our lineage chose the most peaceful method: find a trustworthy flesh-and-blood being, gradually build a bond with them, then little by little, evoke our emotions in the interaction, and finally, during h, burst forth completely, thereby completing the transformation."
Her gaze deepened.
"There are other methods, but they're too cruel."
For instance, through immense torture, making the puppet experience the most painful despair and hatred, she could also undergo transformation.
Or, by destroying everything she cares about in front of her—her friends, her former relatives, everything she loved and cherished—she could probably transform amidst extreme sorrow.
Compared to these extreme methods, transforming amidst happiness is actually the best way. Because for them, still in their puppet phase, H is essentially an evocation of inner emotions. The deeper the feelings, the more happiness is felt during H.
Lynne pondered deeply.
"So that's how it is..." Then he raised his head, speaking gravely: "But now it seems that this method isn't a permanent solution. At least the curse inside you hasn't been completely eradicated."
With her eyes closed, Puppet Mistress scoffed: "For that, you'll have to ask your teacher."
Lynne: "..."
He thought for a moment. Then, raising his head seriously, he said: "I've just thought of something. If during your puppet phase, due to a special structure and some deep, mysterious reasons, you could only feel happiness from h during emotional arousal..."
Snap—
Lynne slapped his forehead in exasperation.
Damn! What was he doing, discussing how to H in the dead of night behind his teacher's back? How absurd! That's too embarrassing!
"And then?" Puppet Mistress asked curiously, waiting.
Lynne, trying to suppress his internal rhetoric, said with a stern face: "But now, madam, you're no longer a puppet. Doesn't that mean you no longer need emotional arousal? Just the emotions induced by the body should be able to suppress the curse, right?"
Puppet Mistress was taken aback.
"Do you want to try it?"
Lynne stood up firmly, his collarbone clearly visible from the neck.
Puppet Mistress gazed at Lynne in a daze, her heart starting to thump wildly.
"How... how do we try?"
Could it be... Had Bloodsaw's apprentice suddenly come to a realization? Was he really considering... That... that's too taboo!
...
A few minutes later, in the potion room.
Lynne stood calmly in front of the alchemy cauldron, slowly stirring the thick, bubbling liquid inside.
Puppet Mistress sat there with her arms crossed, a look of disappointment and displeasure on her face, and a few black lines above her head.
"Is it potion making?"
Lynne, puzzled: "What else?"
Puppet Mistress, with her eyes closed: "I thought it was..."
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's favorability towards you -1]
[Ding! Puppet Mistress's favorability towards you -1]
Lynne, utterly bewildered, was filled with question marks.
Could it be that his master's wife really thought he was perverted enough to use his own body to suppress her curse? Setting aside whether his teacher would kill him for such a thing, even if he had the ability, he didn't have the means! He couldn't...
"..."
"..."
It actually might be possible...
Lynne quickly shook his head, dispelling the bizarre thought, and then pulled out a small bottle of potion from his pocket. Narrowing his eyes, he poured it into the large cauldron.
Clatter—
A wisp of pink smoke rose, forming into a heart shape.
[Passionate Succubus Perfume] x1
This was an item he had exchanged from the system store before, never finding the opportunity to use it. Now, it finally had its purpose. He quickly bottled the potion and sealed it.
Lynne turned around, looking at Puppet Mistress across from him, and said calmly: "Madam, we can begin now!"
...
Ten minutes later, on the operating table.
Puppet Mistress sat on the operating table in amazement, watching as Lynne raised the table to a semi-reclining position. Then she saw Lynne use the handcuffs on the table to secure her hands and feet.
"Are you playing so fancifully?"
Lynne adjusted his monocle calmly and shook his head: "Madam, please don't say strange things. This is a safety measure to prevent you from moving unexpectedly."
Lynne narrowed his eyes and picked up a syringe.
"To prevent any accidents, I will temporarily inject a certain dose of anesthetic into your limbs. But all of this is for the final treatment. Do you wish to continue?"
Puppet Mistress hesitated, then said, "If it can suppress the curse, then any method is acceptable."
Lynne nodded. He then placed all the potions he had just brewed in front of her.
"Madam, if you drink these potions and can endure until dawn, I assure you that the curse within you will be significantly suppressed. But please remember, do not make too loud a noise."
Puppet Mistress looked at the pink potion with hesitation and asked: "So what exactly is this potion?"
Lynne took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, "Well... I'll tell you once the curse is suppressed."
Because it was really hard to explain! After all, this was his first time brewing such a thing, and he wasn't proficient in it.
Gulp—gulp—
A few minutes later, Puppet Mistress had consumed all the potions, and Lynne had administered a large dose of anesthetic to her arms and legs.
"All done."
Lynne calmly walked to the door and turned to look at Puppet Mistress lying on the operating table.
"The effects of the potion will start working soon. But please remember, everything is a necessary sacrifice to suppress the curse. I couldn't think of a better method, so this was the only option. Madam, I believe you can make it through."
Puppet Mistress, taken aback, was about to ask more when Lynne already closed the door with a snap.
Lynne quickly locked the operating room door, grabbed a board and nails, and swiftly sealed the door shut. He then hurried back to the attic, stuffed cotton balls in his ears, closed his eyes, and tried to rest.
