"What do you mean?" My face changed. A fool was willing to help her to make a pot of precious liquid. Didn't she make it to save the fifth day.

"that's what you think." XIII said casually, holding up the porcelain basin and looking at the rolling golden liquid inside. His face was filled with joy.

"this is not for the fifth day of the first year? You are deceiving me. "I glare, my chest heaves violently.

"it's really not for your brother's fifth grade use," said the 13th face seriously.

"if I don't lie to you, will you help me to configure this treasure liquid so wholeheartedly? What a...