"Achoo!"

When I sneezed, Demuir asked anxiously, "Did you catch a cold?”

I smiled casually and waved my hand. "No, I think dust just got in my nose."

Or, someone was talking about me...

Inside Warehouse 3, which was full of dust and mana stones, I had to use a snow shovel to scoop mana stones into a sack. Considering the dirty air, it seemed to be the former rather than the latter.

"By the way, how was Mr. Dane Walker?" Fiona asked.

Fiona put on a mask because of the dust and opened a new sack. Demuir and I began to scoop the mana stones into the open sack with our shovels.

"I don't think he's in very good shape. I'm afraid he might be evacuated to the capital," I replied.

"Is it that serious?" Fiona asked.

"Well, he’s not on the brink of death, but he'll have to stay still and recuperate for another month or so," I said. It was only a month because I’d force fed him the medicine; otherwise it would have been at least half a year.

It felt as if Dane Walker had only thought of the medicine as a nourishing tonic, but it had been made with an ingredient known as a miracle medicine to magicians, so the price of the ingredient alone was at least several gold coins.

Well, it was so...