Pheneuma, a drug that incites human impulses.

It was used only in places where those who had to fight for their lives gathered because it was too strong for ordinary people. By anesthetizing the mind and erasing caution or patience that any person should have, in physical terms, it could be said to make people painless.

“And…”

Rowell briefly recalled a memory but soon erased it. It wasn’t pleasant.

Anyway, since Pheneuma only had a temporary effect, if Peter had become like this because of it, he would return to normal soon.

“The problem is when that will be.”

And the damage Peter’s magic would cause until then.

Rowell put down the glass and looked at where Peter had been standing a while ago. Some of the tiles on the floor had changed, as if they had been crushed. Peter’s magic was a force that erased existence, and if used intentionally, it could have such an effect.

But for now, it seemed to be limited to destroying the surroundings little by little, as it was more like a rampage than an intentional use. If Peter’s magic had manifested at the intended level, Monique standing next to him would have lost her life.

However, even this alone was difficult for ordinary people to get close to. Rowell recalled the atmosphere that Peter had created when he left the banquet hall. Not Peter’s, but the gaze of disgust that came from the crowd.

No one in the banquet hall followed Peter as he left. Perhaps Peter would prevent anyone from approaching until his magic was under control.

“Now is the chance.”

Now was the time to exploit Peter’s loophole. Rowell instinctively moved her steps and followed Peter.

From the moment she left the banquet hall, she no longer felt Peter’s presence, but Rowell knew where Peter might go.

Everything had a natural instinct to return, and even if the head stopped, the body moved with inertia.
Now, if there’s one place he would go, it’s obvious. A space that Peter used to control his madness until three years ago, but now sealed by his own hands. It’s a secluded space with preservation magic cast on it, so nothing can be damaged or anyone can be hurt no matter what happens.

“The Preservation Garden.”

Even though the magic stones that supplied magic to the flowers were destroyed, so no flowers would bloom now, at that time, Rowell could tell that there was preservation magic inside the building as well. It was a space that Peter had created to isolate himself.

So if Peter were looking for a place, there was no place other than there. Rowell moved with confidence, and her judgment proved to be correct this time as well.

When she saw a man standing in front of the statue, she unconsciously opened her mouth.

“Peter.”

The man, hearing Rowell’s voice, turned around. However, contrary to expectations, he didn’t show any expression upon seeing Rowell. Of course, he seemed to be in agony because of the uncontrollable magic, but his anger didn’t seem to be directed toward Rowell, which was strange.

Instead, upon seeing Rowell, he even burst into bitter laughter.

“You still call me that?”

“I came because I think you might need me.”

“You’re not needed. Don’t come… you’ll get hurt.”

Peter raised his hand as if to say not to come and then clenched it when he noticed the faint remnants of a scar left on his palm.

It was a scar from when Rowell had cut her hand the day after she entered the palace.

Considering his lineage, the scar would probably disappear completely sooner or later, but every time she saw it, something came to mind.

If Phondelayne weren’t part of the royal family, they would have surely heard rumors that she was a monster.

If she, who even felt that way, then how could other people feel?

There might have been many mad emperors, but probably, she was the only one in Phondelayne who had such a disease.

Because it wasn’t easy to be ill with this kind of body.

Actually, the disease that Peter had suffered from when he was young was not common.

His health deteriorated because his young body couldn’t control the powerful magic he had right now.

So, during Peter’s illness, he had always been alone. No one had tried to approach him.

Except for one person.

“It’s okay if I get hurt. You’ll get better someday.”

Other than Rowell, who wasn’t afraid of his illness.