"Aren't these..."
Lyra blinked several times and studied the paper bearing Leon's ingredient list with an unusually serious expression.
Standing before her, Leon noticed the seriousness that had overtaken Lyra's expression, causing a flutter of nerves to stir within him.
His nervousness stemmed from the fear that Lyra might not be able to assist him in gathering the ingredients, rendering all his efforts futile and leaving him with no choice but to procure them himself.
Given his current physical state, weakened by the relentless poison gnawing at his body, such an endeavor would undoubtedly amount to suicide.
Fortunately, his nervousness was short-lived as Lyra's expression resumed its normalcy.
"Very well, Your Majesty. Worry not, for I shall procure these ingredients within a day or two," Lyra replied nonchalantly, tucking the paper into the pocket of her maid dress.