Technically, it was you that got yourself into this predicament. Who told you to trespass into the witch’s forest? Now you’ve found yourself held captive, an eternal sentence of servitude attached to you—you weren’t allowed a single step out of his forest.

Today, Scaramouche had requested three Nilotpata Lotuses to be brought to him, yet you couldn’t find any whatsoever. You returned home empty handed that night. His voice echoed from the brewing room.

“Have you collected what I’ve asked?”