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odorekijin“Bestowing Protection Upon You”
[Western Country—Rural Town]
Akira: Hey there, Oz, are you shopping for something in particular?
Oz: Ah, it’s you, Master Sage.
Akira: Wow, that’s… such a wide variety of glasses—and their colours! Incredible...
Clerk: These ain’t there just for show, dear customer: these cups are as sturdy as they’re pretty to look at! Still can’t believe me? Try smashin’ one of ‘em on the desk over ‘here.
Akira: Wha… Are you sure? But they look so fragile...
Oz: …
(The sound of glass hitting a hard surface echoes…)
Akira: O-Oz!? If you hit it with all your strength... Huh? No way! It didn’t budge!
Clerk: See? No matter how hard you bash it, not a single scratch will land on your glass.
Oz: I will take this one.
Akira: Ah, so you’ve set your choice. I mean, I definitely see the use of one of those glasses if you get attacked by the Northern wizards while eating…
Oz: This is not for my personal use: I intend to gift it to Riquet.
Akira: To Riquet?
Oz: Riquet has already broken a glass by accident in the past, but got injured picking up its broken shards.
Akira: Oh no, was he all right?
Oz: Fortunately, his injuries were only minor. However, one cannot know when or where a drop of their blood may be used as medium. Every wizard’s blood must be handled with caution and utmost care.
Considering the price and responsibility one bears for its blood, replacing the glass is only natural.
Akira: (I guess this is Oz's own way of making sure Riquet doesn't get hurt...)
