No one in the family noticed, and she became increasingly joyful, wholeheartedly devoting herself to the creation of new poisons. The number of formulas at her disposal grew, yet the more she had, the more she felt that her grasp of the Poison Scripture Pharmacology was far from sufficient.
"Medicine Men" searched everywhere to find impoverished children for her, offering just a little silver to buy tools for drug testing. She hid them in a secret chamber, forcing them to test poisons, not knowing that among them was an illegitimate son of a doctor from the Ministry of Justice.
Thus, the secrets came to light.
Her grandfather looked at her in disbelief, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, "Fiend! Beast!"
She laughed, "The art of healing and poisoning are interconnected; the poison formulas derived from them might one day benefit the world. Those beggars are insignificant as grass, dying this way gives their lives some value."
"Slap—"
Her grandfather slapped her across the face.
