Fushimi Roku finally realized something was off. The tea trees in the backyard were indeed tea trees, and Wulin Temple's wooden house was indeed a wooden house, but who could say what they were made of… Maybe this eerie place was nothing more than a giant petri dish, with tree men buried beneath the tea garden, and the fence boards carved from tree men.
"D-Don't be afraid!"
Minamoto Tamako's teeth chattered, her tongue unable to articulate properly, but she still wanted to comfort her partner, "We only had one cup, after all, the potency of a drug depends on the dosage… A minuscule dose of poison isn't really poison…"
Fushimi Roku, being an S-level Intelligence Attribute, knew that at this pivotal moment, if he didn't use his brain now, he'd never get the chance again. His mind raced, and he bolted, with Minamoto Tamako close behind, asking as they ran, "Where are we going?"
"To find Fukuyama Toshin!"
