Hecate

Hecate was not just any name. In Greek mythology, she was the goddess of death. Why would Logan take a potion with the name of the goddess of death? I watched Morgana mix it with a little water. Could it be poison, isn't it?

— Logan, why is this named Hecate, the Greek goddess of death?

— Do you know who she is? This is really impressive.

I could see Logan looking at me, and he didn't seem very eager to answer my question, probably because he knew I wouldn't accept his decision so easily.

— Logan, do you know the risks? After all, I don't think this will harm you.

— Is this poison, isn't it?

I could see Morgana agreeing. Why would he willingly take poison? Was this how he figured out what worked on him? My eyes turned to him. Logan seemed really unconcerned, but I couldn't help but feel worried.

— It has an immediate effect, as it's a poison used for assassinations. Even vampires can succumb to it. If it happens to take effect, don't worry, I'll extract it and heal you.

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