Character limit, sorry.
Maybell, I'll tell you exactly what happened to me!”
"It's okay because I've heard that pattern from other people over and over again, sir."
Evan's efforts to sublimate the endless futility with humor were thwarted by Maybell.
Maybell smiled softly at Evan's crumpled expression and pulled him in.
"Come on, let me soothe you. Elixir. You can't make such a ridiculous thing happen. You did a great job just by doing this much. Good job, good job."
"Elixir's ductility was successful.
"Yes, you did a great job. As expected from my master."
It did not seem like he believed it.
Well, from the beginning, I thought Evan or Bernard would be the ones who could create an elixir-like potion.
Evan raised his head from Maybell's chest.
Maybell was strangely heated by the way she looked at herself with infinite benevolence, but she didn't get angry uselessly because it wasn't her fault that she could not drink Elixir.
"I know where you are. I am telling you I know where you are.…
It was not until he made it that he knew it was not for him, but he was still convinced that he had to make it.
Elixir's ductility and the vast convenience of truth carved into his mind.
It coincided with his current situation, the information he holds, telling him when and where to use it.
Therefore, it was inevitable that he came here and made Elixir.
I understood all of them, but still, the anger was to burst.
You've trampled on every alchemist's dream, Elixir you bastard!
"Sigh, damn it."