Edmund had said he would not lie to her, but how? How was he supposed to tell her about the Goddess of Beauty?
'No! A little lying is no harm! Yeah! No harm!'
With that, he mixed lies and truth.
Truth.
"I didn't kill anyone."
Lies.
"My ancestors found his body when the Goddess of Misery killed him and extracted his Pigment Pot. That's how I inherited his scent."
Since the real Edmund didn't have it, he had studied everything about it to know if there was a way he could have it.
That's how Edmund ended up knowing how when an Infected Monster or a person is dead, people could extract a gem-like thing where one's heart should have been to absorb the powers within.
The Venomous Beauty seemed to believe his explanation.
"What were you doing out here then?"
"I was on my way to the place where he died."
"You know where his body is?"
Edmund nodded his head.
Unknown emotion ignited in her sapphire blue eyes, but was soon replaced by a dubious expression.
"Why?"
