At a manor on Mount Creation.
"Master, I just received news that Monte Town is hosting a banquet for Young Master Watson at Mount Creation's highest level. He has created a potion that allows people to evolve and get immortality. Other manors are preparing to head there after hearing about this. Should we go and take a look?"
A guard exclaimed as he barged into a room where a manor owner was resting.
"What did you say? Immortality?"
The manor owner was hugging two young ladies and drinking wine. When he heard his subordinate's words, his eyes widened, and he stood up abruptly.
"Yes, Master. That was what Mayor Gerant, Monte Town's mayor, had said! I heard that there's a limit to how many of those potions that Young Master Watson could make. We won't have any if we're late to the party. Plus, we need to keep track of the number of wishes we had done on the ring; have you made any yet today, Master?"