As Fenrir prepared to leave for the hidden A-class dungeon, a message pinged on his screen. It was from Karl, the leader of Team Gram.
[Karl: Young Master… I hope you're doing well. I had a request. We're running low on funds and… would it be alright if we sold the potions you gave us?]
Fenrir stared at the message for a moment. His first instinct was irritation, but it faded quickly.
The potions had served their purpose. He'd handed them over freely and with no strings attached.
He replied curtly:
[Fenrir: Do whatever you want. They're yours now.]
Karl's response came swiftly, full of relief.
[Karl: Thank you. Truly. We'll be careful.]
Fenrir set the device aside and turned back to his preparations. He had an important dungeon to clear and didn't need distractions.
But within the hour, Karl's listings had already caught fire online.
The potions were instantly recognizable.
