Nomikana paused, then added firmly, "Also, the Perfect Grade Potion must remain an absolute secret for now. We will only distribute it to internal members for practice. Bring me 100 immediately."
Lona froze, confusion flickering across her face. The Guild Master’s tone was sharp, decisive, but what unsettled her most was the mention of that person.
She knew exactly who Nomikana referred to: the one who had taught her, the one whose methods had elevated her skill.
Yet the identity of that person remained hidden, shrouded in deliberate secrecy. Even as a Great Wizard, Lona was kept blind to the truth.
A few minutes later…
Lona returned, handing over the potions. Her tone carried unease. "Guild Master… Sir Ember is making trouble again."
Nomikana’s head throbbed the moment his name
