Hearing Freya's words, Aiwass and Sherlock's expressions changed abruptly.
They exchanged glances, confirming something between them in their thoughts.
"—That's not just bad!"
Master Yanis looked as though the sky had fallen, the most panicked person in the room: "I must immediately inform His Holiness the Pope... This is far too dangerous! You're working on something this dangerous, why didn't you inform me?"
"I didn't tell anyone because that's the safest way."
Freya tried to argue: "Telling anyone would mean there's a possibility of a leak."
But now, such words seemed somewhat weak and powerless.
After all, if she really hadn't told anyone, then how could the "Tears of Time" have vanished into thin air?
To precisely steal a potion that a Fifth Power Level Transcendent was synthesizing and cared greatly about was no small risk. It was akin to stealing an egg from a mother dragon watching over her nest.
