"Whoa, Elder Turner, why do you look so pale?
Have I been out on dates too much lately, leaving you with too much work and exhausting you?" Sylvia asked, noticing Elder Turner's blank stare, his haggard expression, and the way he seemed on the verge of tears, looking utterly defeated.
She casually pulled out a small wooden box and tossed it to Elder Turner. "This is an Epic-level Spirit Focus Elixir. It's great for restoring energy and purifying the soul. You've been working too hard these past few days, so take it and recover."
"Th-thank you, my Lady," Elder Turner stammered.
Normally, if the goddess showed such care for her subordinates and even gifted such a valuable artifact, Elder Turner would be overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement. But right now, even though he respectfully accepted the elixir, his face still looked like he was about to cry, as if he had no tears left to shed.
