Virelor throws away Argenta's swords.

Virelor: "It'll get in the way..."

Argenta: "Get off! You'd better be worried, because my friends are going after you!" Lie. Dumb lie, but she knows. A chance for others to win? Extremely low. Her own ability to free herself? She keeps trying, but it's no use...

Virelor: "Your friends are either dead or dying. I've got one living sample... There's no need to worry about anything but our future time together during the experiments. And what a strong body you have... But first things first." Virelor takes one of his potions.

Virelor: "Have you seriously thought that you could hide your pathetic trickery from such a sorcerer as myself?" With a strong arm, he forces her to drink the contents of the vial.

Gulp-Gulp-Gulp — no other option but to drink the cloudy liquid Argenta: "Wh-what's that?.." She feels the weakness almost immediately. There's no need for her to ask.

Virelor: "Anti-magic potion. Your ability in wind bending is low by any standards. Yet you've used it much to hasten your movements. Oh yes, you did. Tsk-tsk!"

Virelor: "Hmm, what'll be interesting to do? To see how you'd react to my new poisons? No-no-no. It'll be a waste..."

Virelor: "Oh, I know! How about I make a cat-girl of you, haha!"

He's absolutely excited about the thought of the future experiments...