As they waited for Angel's Baby to churn out the required gallons of diluting potion, Cecilia finally had a stretch of uninterrupted time.
She settled into a quiet corner of the vast castle and dove deep into her System. It was inventory-sorting time. A chore, yes, organizing the glittering, sometimes-embarrassing haul from her recent gacha sprees. But it was necessary.
Between evaluating potions and contemplating the strategic use of the artifacts, she would occasionally drift down to the alchemist's work chamber.
During one such visit, the System chimed softly in her mind.
[Excellent quality potion! Cecilia, your contracted craftsman is exceptionally talented!]
A tiny smirk touched her lips. "More talented than the Dragon Lord and the Lion King at this, I suppose?"
[In the specific, refined craft of potion synthesis, yes!]
The System confirmed in admiration.
