There were many thoughts plaguing Lancel's mind as he looked at the two witches.
The injection marks were clear across their skin, and their complexion had turned pale to an unnatural degree. Just from that alone, it was obvious that these mercenaries had been using something potent enough to affect witches.
But that was exactly the problem.
Not even the Leviathan Group had access to something like that.
And for a mercenary group Lancel had never even heard of, it didn't make sense for them to possess something of this level.
That meant there had to be someone backing them, someone who understood how a witch's inner system worked well enough to develop a drug capable of suppressing them to this extent.
'Another witch…'
Who else could it be but another witch?
At the same time, another thought surfaced in Lancel's mind.
Did he really hate witches?
Or did he only hate Angelica?
