Savine held out her tongue and apologized.
Victarine was still holding onto the sense of her mind being affected by the powder, refusing to let her mind return to normalcy.
"Probably, the drug we'll sell will only need to cause 5% of what you just felt. Any stronger, even if I don't try to make it addictive, people will probably be willing to sell their children for it. Sigh, it's really a pain when you're so talented," Savine shrugged.
"…Can you let me try the 5%?"
Savine gently hit Victarine's forehead with her Vasa.
"Hah," she laughed loudly. "See? You're already starting to get addicted. Forget about it. I'll let you have a taste after you stop craving it so badly."
"…"
"…"
"I think I need some time alone."
"Sure. In the meantime, I'll go get the dragon."
"Right…"