"Now, we just need him to drink this, and it should correct the problem," Lady Merlin explained, her voice steady as she approached the homunculus with a vial of amber liquid in hand. With a gentle touch, she stroked Abbadon's face, her soothing words momentarily calming his agitated state. "Swallow this potion, and it will be all over," she murmured softly, her voice a reassuring whisper. Despite his inner struggle, Abbadon complied, his resistance fading as the elixir trickled down his throat. As the liquid took effect, Abbadon's body convulsed violently, prompting Lucian to step forward and restrain him.
But just as suddenly as it had begun, the twitching ceased, leaving Abbadon in a state of bewildered clarity. "Lady Merlin, where am I?" he inquired, his voice clear and coherent as he surveyed his surroundings. "It's good to have you back, Abbadon," Lady Merlin replied warmly, moving to untie him from his restraints. "These gentlemen found you and brought you back so I could help you." Abbadon turned toward Tsukishima, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes from the brief moment of clarity he had before.. "So it is you I have to thank. You have my sincerest gratitude."
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