Maybell, I will tell you what happened to me right now... … !”
“I've heard that pattern from other people many times already, so it's okay, sir.”
When sublimating endless emptiness into humor
Evan's efforts to keep were frustrated without even being started by Maybell.
Maybell looked at Evan's crumpled face and smiled softly, then pulled and hugged him.
“Come on, I'll soothe. There's no way that Elric Sirrane could actually make such a vague thing. You did really well even here. Good job, good job.”
“The elixir relationship was successful.”
“Yes, you did a great job. You are also my master.”
I wasn't aware of it.
From the beginning, it was Evan or Bernard who thought they could actually create potions like Elixir.
Evan raised his head from Maybell's chest.
He was strangely excited by the appearance of Maybell, who looked at him with infinite compassionate eyes, but it wasn't her fault that he couldn't drink Elixir, so he didn't get upset.
“I know where to go. I know the usage... …
He knew right away that it wasn't an object for himself only after making it, but he was sure he had to make it nonetheless.
At the same time as Elixir's ductility, the enormous piece of truth engraved in his mind.
That, in conjunction with his current situation and the information he was holding, informed him when and where to use it.