Chapter 569
“Ha-ha... I’m curious what everyone must think of me to react like this...” Antirianus remarked with a hint of disappointment, causing Lucinil to frown deeply.
“Antirianus, I’m more worried because I feel like you know something even worse than the truth.”
“Th-that... makes sense!” Harriet exclaimed. She seemed to have found some new truth in Lucinil’s words.
It was entirely possible that this mad old monster might know methods even more brutal and horrific than what the Empire was currently attempting.
Eleris had already gone pale even before hearing anything.
‘Perhaps it might be better not to hear anything from Antirianus at all,’ Harriet thought.
Was it not better to remain ignorant of the bizarre and terrifying possibilities that might emerge from that terrible abyss of a mouth?
“P-perhaps it’s best if the head of the Saturday Clan doesn’t say anything...” Harriet muttered, suddenly felt afraid that something even more hellish than reality might come out of Antirianus’s mouth.
“Alchemy... The previous head of the clan certainly put great effort into creating the ultimate Philosopher’s Stone.”
The expressions of the other four heads shifted.
Indeed, Antirianus’s predecessor had pursued that very goal.
“The Philosopher’s Stone...?” Harriet asked.