"Did you give her the magic potion?"
In the Viscount's House's subsidiary residence, the young man stood by the window, gazing at the receding Royal Bird Carriage, a low and puzzled tone in his voice.
Faced with the eldest son's questioning, the man merely chuckled.
"What, are you jealous? Because I didn't give you that one and only treasure bottle?"
He lifted his wine glass, gently swirling it, the deep red liquid creating slight ripples in the glass.
This father had never been one to consider his children's feelings, and the young man who had long grown accustomed to this responded calmly:
"Father, you cannot be unaware of the potion's danger, and you should know she is not a particularly careful person." The emerald eyes, hereditary, narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and concern.
The completed Magic Origin Secret Medicine, it was undoubtedly a magnificent work.
Magnificent, yet dangerous.
