Maria and Matilda had finally, mercifully received official authorization to drink the Double-Contract potions. And they hadn't secured that permission without first enduring many hours of grinding, bitter envy every single time Mayo smugly paraded hers around.
The two other maids had claimed two of the three remaining vials.
On paper, the authorization bore Victor's official seal, making it look like a highly regulated, formal mandate from the absolute highest tier of government.
In practical reality, the paperwork was nothing more than bureaucratic theater to avoid general nepotism and cronyism talks.
Ren was the commander who had led the vanguard into hell to secure those potions. Therefore, the absolute authority over who drank them belonged to him, and him alone. Victor's official stamps merely legitimized a decision Ren had already finalized in his head.
