An abnormal heat surged through Lyn’s body, putting him on high alert.

This alertness finally revealed what he’d overlooked earlier—

a strange magical influence had seeped into his blood.

As a Belmond bloodline member with vampire heritage, Lyn was hypersensitive to magical impurities. With just a slight discernment, he detected aphrodisiac properties in the magic particles. That explained his lustful reaction to Xing Luo moments ago.

He’d been dosed with a love potion without realizing when!

“…When did this pink mist appear?”

Only now did Lyn notice the faint pink mist hanging in the air. The dim light and his focus on Xing Luo had masked it.

The mist entered his lungs with each breath, carrying aphrodisiac magic into his bloodstream, warping his thoughts.

Tracing its source, Lyn spotted overturned bottles and vials beside him. Pink potion—clearly the love drug—oozed from the spills. It looked like someone had knocked them over while force-feeding it.

“Damn it!”

Lyn’s heart lurched. He clutched his stomach and turned to Xing Luo, struggling to ask:

“Xing Luo, these Potions…”

Xing Luo blinked innocently. “I saw Master faint. Afraid he’d die, I found these to save him.”

“So you poured them all down my throat?”

Lyn’s blood pressure spiked. These Potions belonged to that bastard Kapas’s underground stash—mostly poisons and aphrodisiacs for his evil schemes, not healing aids. How was he still alive after swallowing so many? Was the aphrodisiac just the start of poisoning?

Before Lyn could panic and scan his blood for toxins, Xing Luo added:

“I’d never give Master something unsafe. I tasted each one first to find the right potions for him.”

She beamed at Lyn, eyes bright with expectation.

His heart clenched. Staring at her innocent, hopeful face, a wave of tenderness and pity crashed over him—he ached to pull her close and cherish her.

Had his demon-summoning ritual accidentally called an angel instead? Even as a future Demon King, he’d keep her. Who could resist such cuteness?

Lust +1!

Lyn ignored the brain-dead system’s prompt. Swallowing his impulse, he pulled a white potion from his spatial ring.

“Drink this.”