Late at night, after finishing my duties, I sat at the desk tucked in the corner of my room. The candlelight flickered against the paper as I organized my thoughts.
"The target is the Frostroot at the auction."
Frostroot.
A one-time buff elixir, temporarily amplifying the user's physical and magical abilities. I'd used something similar once, back in the fight against the guardian deity. It had made the difference between victory and death.
The problem was… Frostroot wasn't exactly popular.
Most people preferred elixirs that gave permanent improvements. Why spend a fortune on something that burns out after a single use? That's why Frostroot usually ended up forgotten in some dusty corner of an apothecary's shelf.
But this one was different.
The Frostroot set to appear in the black market wasn't the diluted junk sold to desperate adventurers. Its properties were unique—perfectly suited to my style of combat. I couldn't afford to let it slip past me.
And yet…
