Zorn chuckled softly.
"I had an Alchemist specially formulate this Essence of Holy Healing Potion to be at least twice as effective."
"In addition to the previously promised reward, I'll also give each of you a dozen of these."
"Ah... isn't this a bit too much?"
Isaac said in a low voice.
"Isaac, you're being too formal!"
"Mr. Zorn treats us as one of his own."
Meanwhile, Alvin, the Doomsday Shadow Stab, was eating and drinking heartily, treating Zorn's place as if it were his own home.
Of course, when it was time to work, the man would still fight with his life on the line.
He possessed both his own consciousness and a devout Faith in the great Lord of Holy Witch.
Realizing he was indeed being too formal, Isaac immediately stopped refusing.
After dinner.
The night had grown deep.
The coachman, Old Nero, had just seen the two off.
A rather spacious carriage arrived outside the manor.
The Lantern-carrying Elder stepped out.
...
In the dark and silent basement.
