Even if this world leaned toward the logic of a fairy tale, there was no reason to blame Manus just because something good had failed to become even better.
What had not happened did not exist.
No matter how evil a person's heart might be, as long as he had truly done no evil, then even in a fairy tale, he should not be punished.
Because that was no way to teach children.
No one could avoid having any "evil" thoughts at all, unless the concept of "evil" did not exist in his understanding.
Manus had originally intended to recreate what had happened several years ago, but this time was somewhat different.
It was not as though the effects of this Restoration Potion were utterly unconvincing, nor was the idea of using Beauty Potions to research healing potions wrong, but its persuasive power was certainly far less direct and striking.
Restoring what was missing from a damaged body should have been an intensely stirring scene at first glance, one capable of whipping people into a frenzy.
It was visibly worth pouring enormous resources and effort into, and the fame and profit it could bring were enough to be recorded in the History of Magic—the sort that earned someone a statue at the Ministry of Magic.
But these golden limbs diminished the impact of that scene. Just as visibly, everyone could not help but mutter inwardly: Were restored limbs like these really all right?
"They really are usable limbs, and they are not actually made of gold. Even when cut off, they have the flesh and fur of an ordinary rabbit, and even the taste is normal... Why did this happen?"
After taking a bite of the glittering roasted rabbit leg—even the grease bore a golden sheen no different from the