Cael curiously watched Dante pull a vial after vial out of his pouch, only to set most of them aside.
"No, no… Not that, and not that. That's not potent enough… Hm, Cael, what is the speed of your metabolism?"
"My what?"
Dante lifted his eyes to give Cael a disappointed look. "I'm interested in the speed with which your body fully digests food and potions. Is it the same as with poisons?"
"Ah! Right. That thing." Cael coughed awkwardly to deal with his embarrassment. "Listen, I know what metabolism is, it's just not a word I've met outside of a very few books. One of them was actually yours…"
"Mine?" Now Dante looked surprised. "I thought I took my library with me when I left the Sun-Crowned Empire. Was it something I gave away before then?"
Aside from them, Mimi made huge eyes. Then her expressions switched with astounding speed. The shock changed to fear, that fear to recollection, and finally, they turned into a stubborn and proud defiance.