The young disciple from the Bloodfiend Den took the elixir pill, his hand trembling slightly.
'A Seventh Grade Vitality Pill? A Vitality Pill.'
"Th-this… Madam, I only lost a hand. It's nothing serious. You've already given me Healing Pills. This seventh-grade pill is far too valuable. I can't accept it."
Celeste Grant looked at the fine young man, who now had only one arm. She sighed and couldn't help but say, "Objects are inanimate, but people are living. Something only has value when it's put to its proper use. In my eyes, the life of any disciple of the Bloodfiend Den is more precious than any of these things. Since I've given it to you, just use it."
No one had ever told them that their lives were worth more than an elixir pill.
The young man burst into tears.
