Indeed, Catherine knew in her heart that Pannis was exerting such efforts for her sake too, but having the help of the frost spirit would greatly impact our future actions, thus making the cost of this bottle of wine worthwhile. More importantly, she had a vague guess to the identity of the black-haired dwarf the Blue Hand mentioned. If it was her unfulfilled legacy, then she would take it upon herself to fulfill it. As Catherine made this decision, she felt infinitely connected to that figure that existed only in her imagination, as if she saw once again that gaze that spanned the boundless time and space in her dreams.
"Wait a minute." Seeing the giant, full of smiles, about to take the bottle of wine, Pannis loudly intervened, "You should shrink a bit more, otherwise you're not allowed to drink. You're exaggeratedly big right now, it simply would waste this bottle of wine."
