After glancing around to make sure fifty hidden executioners were not about to jump out from somewhere, Phield silently picked up his teacup and took a sip to calm himself.
"Then why are you so nervous? Are you trying to find the culprit? I'm sorry to hear the news, but I can at least guarantee one thing. It wasn't me."
"Hahaha, if you ever want to do something, you're always welcome to." Simon said something utterly outrageous. "This time it's a giant's child, so the risks are extremely high. That's why I'm feeling restless."
Simon sighed deeply, his face filled with weathered exhaustion.
"What do you mean by 'this time'? Don't tell me there was a previous time too? Actually… I think I should leave."
For the first time, Phield felt completely at a loss. His whole body heated up as he awkwardly said, "Maybe you should prepare more potions that Divine Chosen can use…"
