The next morning, Silver stood behind the counter of Origin Medical Hall with a worried expression.
"Physician, are you sure about this?"
Zion looked up from the account book in his hands. "What?"
"The Potion prices."
Silver hesitated before continuing. "You increased them again. They're already twenty percent higher than the Potions sold by Apollo Apothecary. If we raise them another twenty percent, won't we lose customers?"
Storm, who was sorting several bottles nearby, also looked over.
Zion closed the account book and leaned back.
"If they don't want to buy them, they don't have to."
Silver blinked.
Zion continued calmly, "But they will."
There was no arrogance in his voice. He was simply stating a fact.
"The Potions we sell are at least twenty percent stronger than those from Apollo Apothecary. On top of that, our supply is much larger. People aren't going to choose a weaker Potion simply because it's cheaper, especially with the Royal Hunting Tournament approaching."
