Shire naturally wasn't envying the abilities of those two Magic Potions; he was just a bit emotional—this little brother Klein was really being valued too much… Back then he had both ground himself to the bone and burned money, yet he'd never enjoyed such good treatment. Even before Klein had joined the Secret Ceremony Society, the Society had already started paving the way for him.
"Mr. Shire…"
Maybe it was the classic "speak of the devil and he appears," because just then a familiar voice came from outside the door.
Shire raised an eyebrow, reached out to close the lid of the box, and put it under the counter. Although he did indeed intend to pull this little brother into the Society and make him a member of the organization, he hadn't forgotten the prerequisite: it had to happen naturally, without seeming abrupt and arousing suspicion. So for now, he couldn't just stuff the Magic Potion directly into the other party's mouth.
