I'm Better Than The Pope

''Hello, Archer. Your treehouse is amazing. I must say it is built for comfort,'' Marzena remarked surprisedly as she sat down and got comfortable.

He agreed with a nod before tasting the hot drink she gave him. When the liquid touched his tongue, it exploded in various flavors, warming him up. But that's when something washed over him, making him feel even better than usual.

Archer turned to the giggling dark-skinned witch and asked. ''What is this?''

Marzena calmed down before answering. ''We call it a tonic. My daughter invented them to boost any witch who drinks it, and after last night, you need it, boy.''

When Archer heard her, he started laughing before he continued to drink the witch's tonic. Once he was done, it made him feel fresh, which pleased Marzena. After drinking, he stood up and offered his hand to the older woman, who happily took it.