The Magic Power System
Chapters. 67. That bastard's gotta be exterminated!

"Did anything happen to the man on his way home? Or is he dead so he hasn't had time to give the potion to his wife?" murmured Philip.

A wide variety of questions filled his small head. Think about the possibilities that can happen, good or bad.

When Philip was already dissolved in his own various prejudices, the door of his castle-like building was kicked around so tightly. The young man was even aghast in shock and hurriedly opened it.

“You came again—eh uh, wait, release me Fuck!” Philip screeched as Orion was being rude to him.

Orion pulled his collar with both hands and pushed the young man onto the sofa.

“Are you a Barbarian? Guided to people's houses and committed violence, even though I'm a witch I can still die know!” philip stared intently at the tall man looming before him.

Orion turned out to be completely indifferent to his chatter and asked back, “Explain to me what happened!" snarled Orion with anger already in the crown.

Philip got up and left his waist. “Explain what! You're the one who should have explained something to me, why is this angry? How about Psyche—”

BRACKET!

Philip jumped up as the man kicked his chair upside down.

“That's what I want to ask! What's with your potion?! Did you trick me? You're not the creator of Psyche and you didn't give me the right potion!" hardik Orion's.

“What are you talking about?! What the hell is going on?" This sweet-faced young man was precisely confused and wondering.

“You know I can kill you anytime.”The Alchemist youth automatically took a few steps back, away from the greatest magician who looked so angry at him.

“Tenace. Calm down first. I also have a question for you regarding the herb.” Philip tried to assuage Orion's rampage.

It was able to make the man in front rubbed his face with a rough and growling, then chose to sit because he felt so tired.

He gave Philip the glass bottle in the shape of a skull with a glare so sharp as a sword.

“This meal, not killing the dragon in my wife's womb actually fertilized it only overnight. I made my wife drink it, and then when we woke up the next day, her stomach just grew and she gave birth to the egg." Orion explained everything with a hunting breath.

Philip, the Alchemist creator of the famous death potion named Psyche was shocked not to play to hear the testimony made by Orion. He did feel that something was wrong was happening but did not expect it to be this severe.

“Job! I already knew that something was going on.” Philip turned the glass bottle around and said, “This is not Psyche.”

“Hey, Mister, I said calm down!” Philip chose to retreat step by step while shuddering in horror.

“The ingredients in this bottle are no longer Psyche, this has been exchanged!” inexplicably. The young man then cast a magic that gave rise to a paper scroll, showing it to Orion.

“This is a magic scroll that is my agreement with you. You can see here that Psyche is still intact, not used at all. If I tricked you, or you were currently pretending to be trying to make a profit with me, something bad must have happened to both of us. That is, the point of us drinking the potion of the covenant at that time" explained Philip.

Because the covenant contained a curse that if one of the covenant-bounded disavowed it, it would actively eat away at their bodies. But nothing happened to the two of us, right?” philip said again.

The calmness of the young man made Orion think.

“So you mean—”

“Someone has swapped the potion and pocketed the Psyche for himself.”

“How is it possible!” Orion cursed from the heart while continuing to rotate the brain. Trying to remember when the bottle was released from his supervision so that someone could exchange it for a potion that was far from the opposite.

Later, he recalled that just as he was about to go to see Ana, Ace called the entire core members of the academy's magicians to have a brief encounter.

Stupidly, he did leave the bottle in his room drawer. But who would dare to do that? It means to go into his room. Who knows anything about this other than her and Philip.

Seeing the change after change in the man's expression, the potion creator could only sigh.

He did not believe that there was someone who stole his potion from Orion, moreover swapped it for a potion that was indeed aimed at strengthening the spirit from within the body of someone possessed.

As if, this matter had indeed been carefully planned.

“I have to find the culprit right now.” Orion said with tightened jaws. His palms clenched until his knuckles turned white.

Seeing Orion who was about to sneak away, the young man stopped him. That Alchemist expert held Orion's shoulder and squeezed it firmly involuntarily.

“Let me come. This is no longer your own business because it relates to Psyche. Moreover...,” facial expression of the young man was hardened to look creepy. “That fuck should be exterminated."

...Seriate....