Request For Potions

The request for potions from Amir had seemed straightforward enough. Yet now, Wataru found himself in a plush, spacious hotel suite, face-to-face with none other than Faisal bin Bandar bin Salim, the king of an Arab nation.

The room was a marvel of luxury. While it was labeled as "a suite," the sheer size and opulence were befitting a monarch. Behind Faisal, a group of armed guards and attendants stood at attention, their presence an unspoken reminder of the king's status.

Wataru glanced at Eir and Cloche. Both women gave him subtle nods, their calm demeanor reassuring. Though this wasn't an antagonistic meeting, the knowledge that his companions could intervene if things turned sour offered Wataru some measure of comfort.

Their nods conveyed more than simple reassurance—they were signaling that not only could they handle any threat in the room, but also that none of the individuals present harbored immediate hostility.