"…That spineless idiot wanted me to take it away, so I wanted to do the opposite."

"…?"

"I warned the vampires, told them the hero party’s mage was dangerous, but they didn’t listen."

Muttering to herself, Mercadia slowly stood up. In her hand, she held a small tooth of Behirajaga and a pouch.

"Yet, in the end, I brought it with me. Now, thinking back, it was a wise choice."

With a faint smile, Mercadia took out a potion from the pouch.

'A potion?'

A potion—there was only one being in the demon realm known for handling medicines.
Someone …