Just moments earlier...
"What did you just say? A potion that temporarily strips someone of their power?"
In the vast courtyard of the palace, a middle-aged man with black horns atop his head stared at Athena, his expression filled with doubt.
Athena gave a slight nod, her expression calm and composed as she said, "Yes, ancestor. I need that potion. Do you have it? If so, please give it to me—it's essential."
The middle-aged man fell silent, lowering his gaze as though weighed down by a dilemma.
After a moment, he regained his composure and looked at Athena, his expression growing increasingly serious.
"I do have such a potion," he replied with a slight nod, "but before I give it to you, I want to know what you intend to do with it. Is someone giving you trouble? Or is there something threatening you that requires this potion?"
