"Don't you know who I am?! I am a witch, living alone in the forest..." She spoke this way, not expecting Vivian at this point to smile and shake her head, interrupting her words.
"You say a witch?! I don't believe it. I'd rather think, you might be a mage, or somebody else."
This is the answer given by Violet.
No need to pretend in front of me that you're some sort of witch or someone else.
She had seen in the house a crucible and some alchemy tools whose names she did not know.
Perhaps it was possible that the woman in front of her was an alchemist. Clearly, she had the most professional equipment, all of which were valuable.
Thinking so, Violet immediately realized she had long needed an alchemist to mix those strange materials.
Moreover, for mercenaries, if they could directly sell semi-finished products, it would be much more profitable than selling raw materials directly to alchemists or potion merchants.
