Brahm nodded as Yeon-woo yielded to him. His eyes were no longer those of an old man happy to be busy with work, but of an exile who had once been a god. No one had a greater grudge against Vieira Dune than Brahm. His precious family had suffered for a long time because of her, and so Yeon-woo stepped aside easily. 

Brahm said in a grim tone, “Vieira.”

「Do you want…just die…」

“Vieira. Answer me, Vieira. ”

「Let me go…!」

Brahm continued to speak to her, but she couldn’t pull herself together. He smiled coldly. “If you can’t regain your senses, I can help you. We have a lot to talk about.” Brahm waved his hand in the air and pulled a flask filled with a strange liquid out of subspace. “This is called the Yongsan Elixir. I made it because I was curious if a ghoul-type monster could feel pain. I don’t know if it’ll work on you.” Brahm twisted the cork off. White smoke rushed out with a fizzing sound, and he tilted the flask over Vieira Dune’s head. 

「Aaargh!」 Vieira Dune arched her back and screamed. The liquid stuck to her...