Ellin watched Diona, who refused to believe Draff no matter what.
She could not help grumbling inwardly. Just how much has Draff done as a father to make Diona distrust him this badly?
Still, grumbling aside, Ellin knew from playing through the game's story that Draff's flask might really contain the Hilichurls' cauldron soup.
"Diona, maybe your dad really did get the soup. There's no harm in taking a look," Ellin urged.
With her idol speaking up, Diona finally took Draff's flask, though she was clearly reluctant.
The moment she opened it, a strange smell wafted out.
It was not exactly a stench, but it had an inexplicable bitterness, so intense that simply smelling it was enough to taste it.
It was like the instinctive discomfort people felt when nails scraped across a blackboard or glass.
The smell shot straight up her nose into her head, making it ache.
There was no doubt that only Hilichurls could have brewed this strange green liquid.
"It really is..."
"Dad... you..."
The sulky look on Diona's face melted away like snow in spring.
Her gaze gradually softened as she looked at Draff.
"Aw, it's nothing!"
The drunken Draff waved a large hand. "What's the big deal? If my precious daughter wants something, I'll get it for her, whatever it takes!"
"All right!"
Diona pursed her lips. "I'll forgive you this time!"
"Come on, let's go home first."
Half an hour later, Ellin brought Draff and Diona back to Springvale.
Speaking of Springvale, a story was said to have been passed down here.
According to legend, no one had originally lived in this place.
One day, a mother and child who had fallen on hard times came here with nowhere else to turn.
A spring fairy made clear water bubble up from a