Queen of the Potion
In the evening, after sending people back and forth, the prison finally gathered all the materials requested by Melusine.
Melusine started directing the scene, "I will prepare the medicine now. Get ready, everyone. Her clothes are not suitable, so it's best to remove them... Otherwise, she'll have to change into a dress." When she transforms into a monster, her legs will stick together, forming a snake tail, and there should be no covering between her legs, so any restraints must be removed... Oh, and her underwear must be taken off too."
"Well then, it seems we should step aside for now," Aiden said, standing up from his chair and gesturing for the other male prison guards and riot squad members to leave. "Franda, you take a look at the scene."
"Understood."
As Aiden was about to leave, Melusine reminded him from behind, "Warden, it would be best to have some capable people come and assess the situation. This person is not safe."
"Hmm? How will this operation go?" Aiden turned around.
"A person who transforms into a demonic beast will becomes extremely violent. Given her current mental state, I'm afraid she won't have the willpower to resist the wild instinct. If something unexpected happens later, I won't be able to bear the consequences," explained Melusine.
"That's the situation." Aiden turned to look at Franda and asked, "Is Veronica here?"
Veronica had become the combat leader among the prison guards. She mainly worked the night shift. Under normal circumstances, she should have already started her shift at this time.
"Veronica is on the day shift today, so she has already gone home. Today is..." Franda answered expressionlessly.
"Ah, it's a full moon!" Aiden suddenly remembered.
When a werewolf sees a full moon, their wild nature surges rapidly, making it easy for them to lose control. Therefore, regardless of the country, strict regulations require registered werewolves to abide by the prohibition on the night of every full moon.
Today happens to be a full moon, and these past two days, Veronica only works the day shift.
"Then let's go find someone else," Aiden thought for a moment. "Please inform me once you're done preparing."
After more than ten minutes, the infirmary was finally prepared.
"We're ready, you can come in now," Melusine called out to the door.
Aiden opened the door and walked in, followed by the witch Dailey, who was brought from the core area.
Appearing before them was Priscilla, wearing a simple cotton skirt, forced to lie on the operating table like a fish on a chopping board.
The reason for saying she was forced was because her body and legs were tightly bound to the operating table with iron ropes and straps.
"What... What are you going to do!?" Priscilla looked anxious, as if she wanted to break free.
But now she was weak and unable to struggle vigorously. Even twisting her body was difficult. These restraints couldn't be broken with mere physical strength.
"Priscilla!?" Dailey, who entered the infirmary, was more startled, showing a much stronger reaction than Melusine.
Priscilla turned her head and glanced at her, with confused expression.
"Don't you recognize me?" Dailey was somewhat surprised.
"You... You seem familiar... Who are you again?"
Priscilla weakly responded, seemingly having a faint sense of dj vu when it came to Dailey, but still unable to remember who she was.
"She has amnesia," Aiden explained to her on the side, "total amnesia, the kind where she couldn't even remember her own name at first. Do you know her?"
"you could say... we have some acquaintance," Dailey quickly regained her composure. "How did she end up like this?"
"It is said that she accidentally consumed by a Magic-Eating Bullet from a inquisitor while casting a spell, causing a magic backlash that wiped out her memories," Aiden briefly explained. "She currently seems to have swallowed something she can't expel, and Melusine plans to temporarily transform her into a demonic beast using medicine so that she can regurgitate it herself. Your task is to suppress her when she becomes aggressive. Understand?"
"Demonic beast transformation..." Dailey shifted her gaze towards Melusine, who was preparing the potion beside them. "Could it be... 'Lamia's Beastification Elixir'?"
Upon hearing that name, Aiden subconsciously searched his memory for any information about Lamia.
Lamia, the witch known as the "Queen of Potions," had very limited information available from the Inquisition. This witch's name had been quite active over a hundred years ago, and many of her legends were still used as inspiration by contemporary writers.
However, there were still many claims of miraculous potions attributed to Lamia circulating in black markets or underground auction houses. Of course, few believed that the creator of these potions was the Lamia from over a hundred years ago. Most people leaned towards the belief that the current "Lamia," who was still active, had either stolen the name or inherited the title of the Queen of Potions.
"You seem knowledgeable," Melusine smiled knowingly.
"Her beastification elixir has barely made its way outside," Dailey pursued further. "Did you figure out the recipe on your own?"
"Oh no, 'she' personally taught it to me," Melusine chuckled. "Although it's an incomplete version, this elixir is an authentic formula from Lamia's own hands."
"You're Lamia's disciple?" Dailey looked somewhat surprised.
Indeed," Melusine confirmed.
"But Lamia never seemed to have taken on any disciples..." Dailey scrutinized Melusine skeptically.
"You're mistaken. She did take on several students, but none of them succeeded in completing their apprenticeship. I was expelled halfway, while the others either died from her experimental potions or were consumed by her," Melusine corrected.
"Consumed?" Dailey exclaimed.
"In terms of imparting knowledge, she was actually a quite exceptional teacher. She would generously share everything with the students she favored. However, her knowledge is extremely dangerous. Some people went insane after learning from her, while others lost control after undergoing beastification. To fulfill her responsibility, she 'disposed' of each one of them," Melusine explained.
"I see. It's definitely in line with her style," Dailey nodded.
Aiden observed them, realizing that their conversation revealed valuable information. However, it seemed they didn't have much time for idle chatter now.
He cleared his throat and interjected, "Let's begin once you're ready. The patient is just lying here like a piece of dried fish."
"Understood," Melusine leaned over and started injecting magical medicine into Priscilla. "Relax, you'll be fine soon."
Soon after the injection, Priscilla began to react.
"Ugh... it hurts... I feel so uncomfortable," Priscilla groaned, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Your body is about to undergo a complete transformation, so feeling pain is normal," Melusine said in a professional tone. "And it will get even worse later."
"No... don't..."
The sensation of pain seemed to intensify, making Priscilla restless. She turned her head towards Dailey and Aiden standing on her left, trying to stretch her left hand, which was restrained by the operating table.
"What are you trying to do?" Aiden stared at her.
"She's hoping someone will hold her hand," Melusine explained from the side, looking at Dailey. "After all, she must be feeling quite uncertain right now."
Queen of the Potion
In the evening, after sending people back and forth, the prison finally gathered all the materials requested by Melusine.
Melusine started directing the scene, "I will prepare the medicine now. Get ready, everyone. Her clothes are not suitable, so it's best to remove them... Otherwise, she'll have to change into a dress." When she transforms into a monster, her legs will stick together, forming a snake tail, and there should be no covering between her legs, so any restraints must be removed... Oh, and her underwear must be taken off too."
"Well then, it seems we should step aside for now," Aiden said, standing up from his chair and gesturing for the other male prison guards and riot squad members to leave. "Franda, you take a look at the scene."
"Understood."
As Aiden was about to leave, Melusine reminded him from behind, "Warden, it would be best to have some capable people come and assess the situation. This person is not safe."
"Hmm? How will this operation go?" Aiden turned around.
"A person who transforms into a demonic beast will becomes extremely violent. Given her current mental state, I'm afraid she won't have the willpower to resist the wild instinct. If something unexpected happens later, I won't be able to bear the consequences," explained Melusine.
"That's the situation." Aiden turned to look at Franda and asked, "Is Veronica here?"
Veronica had become the combat leader among the prison guards. She mainly worked the night shift. Under normal circumstances, she should have already started her shift at this time.
"Veronica is on the day shift today, so she has already gone home. Today is..." Franda answered expressionlessly.
"Ah, it's a full moon!" Aiden suddenly remembered.
When a werewolf sees a full moon, their wild nature surges rapidly, making it easy for them to lose control. Therefore, regardless of the country, strict regulations require registered werewolves to abide by the prohibition on the night of every full moon.
Today happens to be a full moon, and these past two days, Veronica only works the day shift.
"Then let's go find someone else," Aiden thought for a moment. "Please inform me once you're done preparing."
After more than ten minutes, the infirmary was finally prepared.
"We're ready, you can come in now," Melusine called out to the door.
Aiden opened the door and walked in, followed by the witch Dailey, who was brought from the core area.
Appearing before them was Priscilla, wearing a simple cotton skirt, forced to lie on the operating table like a fish on a chopping board.
The reason for saying she was forced was because her body and legs were tightly bound to the operating table with iron ropes and straps.
"What... What are you going to do!?" Priscilla looked anxious, as if she wanted to break free.
But now she was weak and unable to struggle vigorously. Even twisting her body was difficult. These restraints couldn't be broken with mere physical strength.
"Priscilla!?" Dailey, who entered the infirmary, was more startled, showing a much stronger reaction than Melusine.
Priscilla turned her head and glanced at her, with confused expression.
"Don't you recognize me?" Dailey was somewhat surprised.
"You... You seem familiar... Who are you again?"
Priscilla weakly responded, seemingly having a faint sense of dj vu when it came to Dailey, but still unable to remember who she was.
"She has amnesia," Aiden explained to her on the side, "total amnesia, the kind where she couldn't even remember her own name at first. Do you know her?"
"you could say... we have some acquaintance," Dailey quickly regained her composure. "How did she end up like this?"
"It is said that she accidentally consumed by a Magic-Eating Bullet from a inquisitor while casting a spell, causing a magic backlash that wiped out her memories," Aiden briefly explained. "She currently seems to have swallowed something she can't expel, and Melusine plans to temporarily transform her into a demonic beast using medicine so that she can regurgitate it herself. Your task is to suppress her when she becomes aggressive. Understand?"
"Demonic beast transformation..." Dailey shifted her gaze towards Melusine, who was preparing the potion beside them. "Could it be... 'Lamia's Beastification Elixir'?"
Upon hearing that name, Aiden subconsciously searched his memory for any information about Lamia.
Lamia, the witch known as the "Queen of Potions," had very limited information available from the Inquisition. This witch's name had been quite active over a hundred years ago, and many of her legends were still used as inspiration by contemporary writers.
However, there were still many claims of miraculous potions attributed to Lamia circulating in black markets or underground auction houses. Of course, few believed that the creator of these potions was the Lamia from over a hundred years ago. Most people leaned towards the belief that the current "Lamia," who was still active, had either stolen the name or inherited the title of the Queen of Potions.
"You seem knowledgeable," Melusine smiled knowingly.
"Her beastification elixir has barely made its way outside," Dailey pursued further. "Did you figure out the recipe on your own?"
"Oh no, 'she' personally taught it to me," Melusine chuckled. "Although it's an incomplete version, this elixir is an authentic formula from Lamia's own hands."
"You're Lamia's disciple?" Dailey looked somewhat surprised.
Indeed," Melusine confirmed.
"But Lamia never seemed to have taken on any disciples..." Dailey scrutinized Melusine skeptically.
"You're mistaken. She did take on several students, but none of them succeeded in completing their apprenticeship. I was expelled halfway, while the others either died from her experimental potions or were consumed by her," Melusine corrected.
"Consumed?" Dailey exclaimed.
"In terms of imparting knowledge, she was actually a quite exceptional teacher. She would generously share everything with the students she favored. However, her knowledge is extremely dangerous. Some people went insane after learning from her, while others lost control after undergoing beastification. To fulfill her responsibility, she 'disposed' of each one of them," Melusine explained.
"I see. It's definitely in line with her style," Dailey nodded.
Aiden observed them, realizing that their conversation revealed valuable information. However, it seemed they didn't have much time for idle chatter now.
He cleared his throat and interjected, "Let's begin once you're ready. The patient is just lying here like a piece of dried fish."
"Understood," Melusine leaned over and started injecting magical medicine into Priscilla. "Relax, you'll be fine soon."
Soon after the injection, Priscilla began to react.
"Ugh... it hurts... I feel so uncomfortable," Priscilla groaned, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Your body is about to undergo a complete transformation, so feeling pain is normal," Melusine said in a professional tone. "And it will get even worse later."
"No... don't..."
The sensation of pain seemed to intensify, making Priscilla restless. She turned her head towards Dailey and Aiden standing on her left, trying to stretch her left hand, which was restrained by the operating table.
"What are you trying to do?" Aiden stared at her.
"She's hoping someone will hold her hand," Melusine explained from the side, looking at Dailey. "After all, she must be feeling quite uncertain right now."
