Finally, after some time had passed, when Eliza returned with the other bruised survivors, Miser finally stopped.
She raised her head proudly, wanting to know what Herbert intended to purchase.
However, to her confusion, after Herbert had been selecting for quite some time, he eventually did look at her.
He nodded and smiled at her, saying once again, "I want you to serve me."
Miser: ???
What's with you, can't you understand?
"No, I get it, I'm happy to serve you, but what exactly do you want... uh!" Miser explained perplexedly, and midway through her sentence, she abruptly realized something and suddenly stopped.
She slowly lifted her head, moved her mouth slightly, pointed at herself, and uncertainly asked, "Wait, you don't mean potions, do you mean... you want me?"
Herbert revealed a satisfied smile, nodded delightedly, and applauded, praising:
"Smart."
Miss, you finally caught on, I almost thought you couldn't understand words.
"..."
