C2815 The Sales of the Weapons Are Limited

Rona's mental state had deteriorated to the point where even processing a simple sentence took him several seconds. Clutching the bottle given to him by 1579, he decided to just drink it without overthinking.

Twisting off the cap, a faint, sweet scent wafted out, seemingly clearing the fog from his mind. The aroma was unexpectedly pleasant. Without hesitation