I watched as Zurako's hands trembled around the vial of trait imbuement elixir I had just handed her.
Her crimson eyes were wide, darting between the shimmering liquid and my face as if trying to confirm this wasn't some cruel joke.
"M-Master, this is..." Zurako's voice cracked slightly. "Is this really for me…?"
Anatuya leaned toward the potion in her hand, her cheeky smile firmly in place as she examined the elixir concoction with an appraising eye.
She straightened up and nodded approvingly.
"This is extremely high quality," Anatuya confirmed, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I see no possible risk of dissonance with any type of Demonic Essence. Whoever brewed this knew exactly what they were doing~"
Anatuya, you cheeky little shit. You already knew that I'm the one who made them.
Still, I resisted the urge to preen at the compliment. Of course I knew what I was doing—Magic Savant had made sure of that.
