"Oh my, oh my, that is quite a straightforward threat."
After a brief silence, Fyari raised her tone slightly and remarked with a sigh, "Don't take it so seriously, I was just suggesting a possibility, not intending to use force~"
Motan tilted his head and glanced at Ivy, who was sipping sweet lemon soda with a face full of excitement as if she had discovered a new continent, and said nonchalantly, "Of course, because the word 'possibility' is precisely what we are here to discuss today."
"Alright then, let's continue talking about the 'prospects' of this thing."
Fyari snapped her fingers, moving on from the previous topic of 'piracy', and said, "Putting my position aside, I'd like to know from your perspective, Mr. Zelda, what extent do you think this kind of 'soda' can reach if made openly?"
"It can become a mainstream beverage that transcends race, competing with alcohol and juices."
