"Aunt, you should use it yourself."
"I don't need it, I have your uncle."
"Oh, aunt, just listen to your niece for once—sometimes, men aren't as good as cucumbers. Men might cheat, but cucumbers will never betray you."
…
Grace Neumann's art studio basement.
Using the Poisonous Insect Skill saps a lot of energy, and the more dangerous the spell, the greater the toll on the body.
So even someone like Grace—who the tribe hailed as a "genius at raising gu"—had overexerted herself lately, burdened almost beyond endurance.
Her face was growing paler each day, her body more frail and weak.
Like she had her period for twenty-nine days in a single month.
In order to reach her goal, Grace had grown impatient, desperate for instant results.
That's why, right now, she needed to control three poisons at once.
The first was "Enemy Gu," targeted at the Varley Clan's insufferable young madam.
Now, Sarah Sullivan had become one of the two women Grace hated most in the world.
