"You seemed to have been making me drink the potions without my permission while I was unconscious. Why are you hesitating now?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips.
"You…" Arlot sighed, unable to continue his sentence. He knew all too well that what he wanted to say would come out rude.
After drinking four bottles of potions, Cynthia curled her lips.
"I should be fine in a few hours," she thought.
"How long will it take for you to recover?" Arlot demanded, putting the small bottles back into his pocket.
"A few days," Cynthia paused for a second before turning her gaze toward him. "You should leave now. You have been absent for too long. You wouldn't want that person to start looking for you, right?"
"… I'm leaving. You don't need to threaten me like this," Arlot sighed, mumbling a few words before vanishing into a violet light that appeared behind him.
