I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

Archeas approached, slowly taking in Ian’s appearance. "You look like a mercenary. Very impressive."

"So, in other words, you still don’t like it."

Archeas gave a small shrug. "It’s a relief you at least covered your head. You should have picked one that covers your entire face."

"This is stifling enough as it is. And its performance is more than sufficient."

"I suppose it does. I trust you’ve prepared well, as always. Here, take this." From within his sleeve, Archeas extended his left hand.

Ian’s pace quickened when he saw the long glass bottle in its grasp. It was clearly the Elixir of Life.

"Did you make a new one?"

"Yes. I prepared it just in case. When the moment comes, drink it without hesitation."

"I’ll put it to good use." Ian smiled and took the bottle.

Without letting go, Archeas added, "Even if you don’t end up using it, don’t give it away this time. Understood?"

"I don’t plan on doing that twice."

When Ian replied, Archeas finally handed over the bottle.