"Come on, Sigrdrifa, take the potion!" Nora said with a smile on her face, holding a bottle of Frost I Magic Potion.
"Uh, about that..." Sigrdrifa hesitated, "Didn't I just take the 'Ancient X' potion not long ago?"
"Have you digested it?" Medea asked.
"Hmm..." Sigrdrifa tilted her head, "Seems there might be a bit left over?"
"Is that so?" Nora chirped cheerfully, "Ellie, Sigrdrifa says there's still some potion left, come help her digest it!"
"Wait, wait a moment!" Sigrdrifa hurriedly exclaimed, "I was mistaken! After several battles with the Crusaders, I've already completely digested it!"
Even if she was naturally ditzy, after being beaten up by everyone for an afternoon, she had begun to realize something was amiss.
It was as if Aske had designated her as a prime target for intense training, pushing her to take the next Magic Potion as soon as possible.
"Really?" Nora said, somewhat skeptically, then turned to look at Medea.
