Ducklings behind the mother.

Clara stood there with a conflicted heart. Ozul did not interrupt her thoughts as she took a few minutes before tensely looking up.

"How... how can you be so sure that we have your arms?" She asked.

"That question is meaningless... If the Church does not have my arm, then you can forget about what I said. But if they do have it, shouldn't it be returned to me?" Ozul explained calmly. Of course, he did not expect Clara to help him get his limbs back. He only wanted her to face the truth.

"But! But the recovery potions help thousands of people all over the continent! How can you take it back without considering those poor lives?!" Clara replied, a little flustered.

In the end, she was more inclined to persuade Ozul not to take his arms back.

"And who are you to tell me what I should do with what belongs to me?" Ozul squinted his eyes a little. She was naive as he expected.