The potion was absorbed and then circulated throughout the body via the bloodstream. A strange sensation arose internally.
The feeling was indescribable, something like pain but not quite pain. If there existed that kind of special substance inside the body, the potion would rush into it after taking effect, bringing intense pain.
But now, there was a faint pain inside his body, yet when he tried to focus on it, he couldn't locate the source, and the potion that had dispersed inside him seemed as though it was searching for something.
And so, Roger quietly waited until that feeling disappeared, and the kind of pain Henrik had described did not occur.
"I'm not the Saint Heir?"
Roger stood up, quietly letting out a sigh of relief. He reflected on it further and still felt a bit uneasy; the experience had been too peculiar, not fitting any scenario Henrik had described.
After mixing a new batch of potion and resting for a while, he drank it once again.
