"Gather the fairy's morning tears at dawn, let them naturally evaporate in the sunlight, then condense with ice magic and repeat three times..."
Ronan gently tapped the crystal jar, his fingertips scratching against the jar's surface, producing an ear-piercing noise. Inside, a naked, handsome little figure was covering his ears, crying sadly.
Without a hint of emotion, Ronan used his spiritual power to capture each tear that fell. Having been at Heliodor's place for so long, he understood why this ancient fairy was so melancholic—it stemmed from years of being forced to cry and harvest tears.
"Resonate Moon Willow Leaf juice with the Rune of Light for the time of ten hourglasses..."
"The first sprout from the soil after a storm, preserving the clean soil particles on its roots..."
"Burn the third-order Golden Winged Bird's tail feather with a spell, take the ashes after the third breath..."
