But as such an excellent talent and friend, she was quite understanding: "No, no, Bride, why would I blame you? I'm just regretful for missing your new work.
You know, that pitch-black liquid indeed doesn't look appealing. If you're willing to make another batch for me, I promise I'll drink it all."
Sabo's eyes slightly brightened. He had painstakingly concocted reasons to fill the gaps, and now new ones had appeared...
Sabo pondered for a moment and asked with a bit of haughtiness, "Really won't mind its ugly appearance anymore?"
"Of course, of course, why would I mind you? Think about it, when you were a destitute wizard, who brought you out of the Wizard World? Who sheltered the male wizard from the Witch Realm? And generously provided you with growth resources without caring about past grievances."
Ulrich immediately put on a serious face: "If I minded you, it would definitely be your frequent harping about spiritual issues."
