Ten bowls of green liquid gleamed faintly under the lantern light.
Set neatly across the long table, the strengthening secret medicine looked far more unsettling now that it had been poured out of its clay pot. Each bowl shimmered with an unnatural luminescence—thick, heavy, and alive with strange energy.
Luciel folded his arms, studying them in silence. When the potion was sealed away, it had seemed harmless. But spread out like this… it looked almost menacing.
"Do we… drink it now?" Mino asked, her rabbit ears twitching with anticipation. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity—and just a hint of fear.
Luciel glanced at her, amused. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
