The Gardener flashed the blade towards Lillian's wrist, pressed the edge against her skin, and swiftly slit her wrist - causing a stream of her blood to fall into the black liquid below.
Lillian unconsciously tried to retract her hand at the pain, but when she realised what had happened, she became stunned - what just happened?
"What are you doi—!?"
When Lillian was about to finish her words, the Gardener intercepted and said in a strict voice:
"Continue imbuing your mana into the mixture, you won't die of blood loss."
Seeing that the man hadn't seemingly gone mad, Lillian continued transferring her mana into the cauldron.
The Gardener measured the volume of blood that fell into the cauldron, his mind making a quick and mental calculation. The black and viscous liquid below, which would periodically turn white, swallowed Lillian's blood like it was a hungry slime.
