The implication was obvious. She wanted to force Zora into admitting she was merely acting as a middleman.
Zora chuckled softly, the sound light and calm.
"Who told you these Potions were supplied by someone else?"
The temperature in the room dropped subtly.
Luna's eyes sharpened. "Then what? Are you trying to say you made them yourself?"
Her laughter followed instantly, sharp and mocking.
"Zora, I never realized you were this shameless. Lying with your eyes wide open, and you don't even blush?"
She wanted everyone to hear it.
She wanted everyone to doubt.
She wanted to rip away the dignity Zora had just built with her own hands.
But Zora's smile did not fade.
On the contrary, it grew colder.
"Which eye of yours saw that these Potions were not made by me?" she asked calmly.
Then she added, voice light yet domineering:
"Even if they weren't made by me… so what? I don't want to sell to you. That alone is reason enough."
A heavy silence slammed down.
