?Siren's Sanctuary.
In the blink of an eye, a little over five years had elapsed since Eren's arrival in Labh Salem.
The mortal-dominated city of Sunhaven remained largely unaffected by the escalating turmoil among Practitioners. The city maintained its tranquil atmosphere, reminiscent of Eren's initial impression.
It was not that everything was smooth sailing in Sunhaven. The Eldorath kingdom faced its own share of challenges, particularly involving the mortal populace.
For example, the contests among royal scions for positions in the court had created a lot of unrest in the kingdom. Then there were the cases of mysterious deaths of prominent figures. The people bitten by the Sin Snake had died under mysterious circumstances even after they left Sunhaven.
As if this wasn't enough, the faith fabric of the kingdom had also been disturbed. The temple of Sekht and the temple of Bastet had to confront a mysterious sea god by organizing various forms of festivals and competitions.
However, these issues seed to dissipate upon approaching the gates of Sunhaven. It appeared as though a deliberate effort, possibly by a certain entity or organization, was in place to preserve the city's peace and harmony.
Over the past five years, the inhabitants of Sunhaven beca acquainted with a highly skilled and prosperous potion artisan nad Ren Roman Idril. The widespread recognition affird that Siren's Sanctuary was under his capable managent.
Eren had endeared himself to the citizens through hard work, consistently providing essential elixirs and redies. Consequently, the locals trusted the Siren's Sanctuary brand implicitly, swiftly purchasing potions authenticated through the sh as soon as they hit the market.
Even the affluent residents of Sunhaven, as well as so Eldorathian royal branch families, beca regular patrons of Eren's apothecary, elevating his status and acceptance within the community despite his outsider status.
Siren's Sanctuary brokered nurous agreents with local retailers to optimize the distribution of their potions to Sunhaven's populace. Additionally, they crafted specialized potions for the Temple of Sekht's followers, with Royal Scion Wilfer serving as a crucial interdiary between Siren's Sanctuary and the temple.
Siren's Sanctuary had beco famous for making debuff potions that especially worked well against the demonic entities. It was as if Eren's potions were blessed by the divine. Those from the temple of Sekhnt who used Siren's Sanctuary Potions in their fights against the demonic entities started buying Eren's items faithfully.
Eren's potion enterprise flourished so rapidly within just a couple of years that the Sunhaven city administration began placing routine stock orders. These potions were subsequently exported through authenticated sea routes from Sunhaven harbor, establishing a robust supply chain with neighboring cities and organizations.
Nevertheless, the official Siren's Sanctuary potions were confined to the E-Rank tier, limiting their appeal among Practitioners. F-Rank and E-Rank Practitioners found these potions cost-ineffective, leading only mortals to be the primary consurs.
Seasoned Practitioners speculated that Ren Roman Idril was rely an average potion-maker, content to lead a peaceful life among mortals. Consequently, divine and demonic factions saw no reason to bother him, and he remained undisturbed.
The initial fervor surrounding Ren Roman Idril and his potion enterprise eventually waned. Over five years, Ren and Siren Sanctuary potions beca commonplace, seamlessly integrated into the traditional system.
Eren's mastery of social engineering was as effective as his potion-crafting skills, creating an atmosphere where his true identity as a Grand Knight would be dismissed as re conspiracy theory, even in the face of legitimate proof from soone on the Onianum Continent.
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Siren's Sanctuary.
Once the subject of nurous town talks, this villa sparked astonishnt when it beca engulfed in an inexplicable fog, shrouding it in an aura of mystery.
Soon, eerie cries reminiscent of Siren's wails added to the villa's urban legend, firmly implanting a curious fascination in the minds of Sunhaven locals.
As ti passed, the villa evolved, selectively hosting a myriad of guests, custors, and influential figures. It almost seed sentient, allowing only those it deed worthy to navigate through its enigmatic fog while disorienting others.
On this particular day, another familiar guest joined the ranks of its regular visitors.
"Hahaha. Welco, Sir Wilfer," Arman greeted the royal scion with a mischievous smile, positioned behind a dedicated counter that had been set up within the villa for him to directly vend potions to the visitors.
In the span of these five years, Arman had experienced a significant growth spurt, transforming into a robust late teenager. No longer scrawny, he had beco a permanent resident of Sunhaven, successfully securing the sa status as his parents.
Elevating his family from their poor and insignificant roots, Arman had firmly established them in the heart of Sunhaven.
This was not all. Arman also embarked on the journey of a Ranker with Eren's support, achieving a breakthrough into the F-Rank three years ago. Since then, he had steadily advanced, reaching the stage of a solid mana core and standing on the verge of breaking into the esteed E-Rank.
If he could break into the next Rank, he could supposedly mirror his teacher's Ranking Status. As such, the ex-kid from the boonies was very proud of his progress. He wanted to prove to his teacher that the efforts that the latter took on him were worth it.
Despite Eren's insistence on maintaining an employer- employee dynamic, Arman couldn't help but see him as a ntor, profoundly influenced by his guidance.
Inspired by Eren, Arman had also chosen the path of a potioner.
"Hello, young Arman," Wilfer greeted with a nod. "Where's Rook Ren?" he inquired, scanning the surroundings.
"You know how a teacher is, Sir Wilfer," Arman chuckled wryly. "He's engrossed in a potion-making experint and won't budge. Can I assist you with anything?"
Arman asked from behind the shop's counter, exuding the air of an experienced shopkeeper. He discerned a prosperous custor in Wilfer.
"I guess I wanted to purchase so new potions and replenish my previous vials," Wilfer replied, smiling at Arman. After a montary pause, he sighed and continued,
"Yet, I truly wished to et Rook Ren today and deliver this invitation from the Temple of Sekht personally," he said, presenting a sealed scroll.
"Allow to assist you, Sir Wilfer," a graceful young woman erged from the villa's inner sanctum, addressing the royal scion. "I'll ensure that Rook Reen receives this invitation," she added, approaching Wilfer.
She was none other than Roza Thaglas, acting both as a shopkeeper and Eren's assistant in potion-making.
She held the unique position of being one of the only two individuals permitted to approach Eren, even during his presud "potion experints" inside the villa. Notably, Arman, despite his five years with Eren, wasn't granted such access.
"That... would be great, Miss Roza," Wilfer sighed, handing the scroll to Roza.
Wilfer knew that Eren had anticipated this invitation for an extended period. The royal scion had initially contemplated using the invitation as leverage to extract more from Eren.
However, faced with Eren's imrsion in a prolonged concoction process, he found neither the ti nor the patience for such gas. Allowing Roza to retreat to her previous location, Wilfer engaged Arman in a discussion about the potion supplies he currently sought.
anwhile, Roza Thaglas underwent several security checks before descending into the underground facility of Siren's Sanctuary—an area unknown to Sunhaven's native residents.
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