Malinda's gaze turned a little strange as Chief Swordswoman Julie pitched her wares.
Wait, why would you even carry something like that around?
Malinda made no attempt to hide the look in her eyes.
The Chief Swordswoman sighed.
"You know I have Giantkind blood, right?"
"Yes. The Count of South Los's Chief Swordswoman, a descendant of Giantkind, the heir to Garden Island. They say you can drag a sailing ship ashore with one hand, and you're the only person people think could match the Old Lion's 'War Elephant' in strength."
Malinda recited what she knew.
But the Chief Swordswoman showed no pleasure. Instead, her expression grew grave.
"Then do you know the traits of Giantkind?"
The Chief Swordswoman continued questioning her.
"Enormous bodies, immense strength, extraordinary defenses, and long lives."
As Malinda spoke, envy showed in her eyes.
It was not an act.
She was truly envious.
Even the descendants of Giantkind on Garden Island, who possessed only a trace of their ancestors' blood, had already surpassed anything ordinary people could imagine.
They did not even need to train deliberately. They only needed to grow normally, and by adulthood, they would possess Arcana Rank strength.
If Garden Island's population had not remained below twenty since the days of the Sacred Empire, with almost all of them being women, Giantkind would have unified the world long ago.
"Yes, we possess racial traits ordinary people can scarcely imagine. But those very traits also make it difficult for us to have children. I suppose that's what they call fate's fairness!"
A forlorn look appeared on the Chief Swordswoman's face.
"So that's why you sought out Potion Master Quinn to make this potion?"
A look of understanding appeared on Malinda's face.
If it was to perpetuate their race, there was nothing wrong with it.