The moment Fenrir handed out the Elemental Resistance Potions, still unsold and fresh from his lab, the members of Team Gram stared at the shimmering liquids like they were staring at a divine relic.
Lys, the quiet archer, blinked rapidly and mouthed something incomprehensible.
Bern held one vial in his hand, rotating it slowly to watch the dense, glittering liquid inside slosh gently against the glass.
Karl, their leader, took his without a word, brows furrowed in disbelief.
"These… these haven't even been released to the market yet. Aren't they still up for auction?"
He began, voice low.
"They're not up now. They sold a while back."
Fenrir replied simply.
Karl's hand tightened around the potion bottle, his gaze flicking from the label to Fenrir's unreadable face.
"Young master, where did you get these? Are they real?"
He asked cautiously.
"If you're that unsure, check the system. It'll confirm everything for you."
Fenrir said coolly, folding his arms.
