Dahlia, Arden, Valtor, Seira, Rynar, Rynor, and the rest of the disciples were still grimacing… imagining a future where the supplements tasted even worse.
And then... Garion appeared beside them without warning.
"Morning, disciples."
Everyone flinched.
Dahlia sprinted toward him instantly, eyes wide with panic.
"MASTER! PLEASE TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE! YOU'RE NOT MAKING MERSHA UPGRADE THE SUPPLEMENTS, RIGHT?!"
Garion blinked. "…Wow. How did you even know that?"
Dahlia froze. "So it is true…"
Seira let out a quiet breath. "…My prediction was correct."
Valtor grabbed his head. "NOOOOO... WHY?!"
Dahlia took a deep step forward and pointed at Garion dramatically.
"Master, please tell me you DIDN'T tell her to make the taste worse!"
Garion only smiled. It was a calm, dangerous, teasing smile.
"Just look forward to it."
Dahlia's shoulders slumped instantly.
"GODDAMMIT! I KNOW THAT SMILE! THAT'S YOUR 'YOU WILL SUFFER LATER' FACE!"
