"Oh, dammit!" Helen cursed as she ran towards the blackened Philosopher's Stone.

Rachel chased after Helen, swinging her hand axes recklessly. However, Helen paid no attention to Rachel after seeing the blackened Philosopher's Stone.

"Huh?" Confused, Rachel stopped swinging her hand axes. Her steady hands stopped effortlessly wielding the axes and came to a sudden halt.

Helen reached out her finger and left some blood on the blackened Philosopher's Stone. Hugging it with both arms, she cried out earnestly, "Please, please…!"

"Can someone explain what’s going on?" asked Rachel, tilting her head in confusion.

"The idiot that you didn’t kill has caused the worst disaster!" Helen broke into a cold sweat. Her Homunculus armor began to fall apart.

‘Does this mean her mana is being drained just from cradling the Philosopher’s Stone?’

In other words, Rachel could kill Helen right away if she wanted to. Her reason for not doing so was simple.

'There's no way this grandma wouldn't know about it, and she's risking her life to stop something...' 

Rachel had shivers running down her spine, feeling a great sense of peril. She forced a cold grin and said, “Do you think you...