Fenrir let out a long, satisfying sigh the moment Renie was gone from his property.
The silence that followed was blissful. No complaints. No questions. No potion theft.
He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk.
He had never actually told Renie where the ingredients could be found.
All he'd given her was a vague list of monster by-products and obscure herbs that were scattered across several mid-tier dungeons.
Most of them were messy to acquire—materials dropped from monsters that were either annoying to fight or smelled awful to carry.
It was, in a way, a punishment wrapped in responsibility.
But Renie was an A-class, and judging by her sharp senses and confidence, she was probably skilled enough to pull it off.
Hopefully, it would keep her occupied for a while. At least long enough for Fenrir to catch his breath and make progress on his real goals.
He stepped outside once he confirmed Renie was nowhere in the area.
