The unbearably intense taste of the magic potion traveled down the throat, reaching deep into the soul, causing even the normally composed young man to tightly close his eyes.
Amidst that fiery bitterness, past scenes flashed within his consciousness—
Why give such a dangerous magic potion to his immature sister?
In response to his questioning, the father answered:
Because she is weak.
At that time, he couldn't grasp the meaning of his father's words.
But now, he understands.
Understanding one's own weakness and fighting against it with everything one has.
Regardless of the benefits, without calculating gains or losses, fearing neither success nor failure.
—Simply to carve out a place for oneself in this world.
"When you manage to do that, perhaps that will be the day you enter the inner sanctum."
"—Ah, you're right."
The young man opened his eyes and turned to look.
Since the conversation began, for the first time, he truly focused his gaze on the hero.
