Just as expected. That naive doll-like girl, Chloe, treated the so-called Awakening Potion like a lifeline and swallowed it without hesitation, ignoring its foul taste.
A faint smile curled on Benjamin's lips at the sight.
"Am I going to become the witch ruler?"
Chloe asked eagerly, forcing down the nausea churning in her stomach from all the potions.
"That, you should know better than I do,"
Benjamin replied without a direct answer, watching her with an unreadable expression.
Chloe's eyes flickered for a moment, briefly unsettled by the same look she had often seen on the werewolf.
But feeling the wolfsbane inside her being suppressed, and sensing her Witch's Power growing strangely active and full, she convinced herself it was just her imagination.
"You don't trust me very much,
