Samur Sad Eckart

"Nice."

To think a day would come when I wouldn't be able to blame a wanker for overreacting because what I achieved was just that outrageous.

Sed.

"It's not just 'Nice'."

"Yes, yes, I know, don't worry."

"…You don't seem that excited, though," Neia raised an eyebrow.

The fuck is this woman talking about?

Why would I be excited about creating something when I've already done it over a million times?

Making a potion like Elixir is just another chore to me.

There's no excitement or feeling of satisfaction about it; I just made it and used it without thinking too much about it.

That's all there is to it.

"It's my face. I'm just unable to express excitement like normal people do," I lied

"Bullshit," but Neia didn't buy it.

Ah, right, my face is supposed to be a bit too expressive, to the point that these guys pull pranks on me just to laugh at them.

They never care about my feelings.