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Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Pills

"What does that mean, Master?" she questioned him with a perfectly blank mind and no idea of ​​the hidden meaning in the old man's speech. "The healer said we would be fine."

Sascha heard the sound of deep breathing.

"They are the children of a monster, Sascha. By natural law they are bound to be stronger than even the most powerful human, do you know what that means? " the tone in the old man's words was exasperated. He didn't have to be in front of the old apothecary to deduce his expression.

Stronger than the most powerful human? Sascha's mind froze, pondering the old man's words. As a result, his complexion paled, acquiring a ghostly pigment. Sascha's pair of eyes widened, a grimace of horror dominating his handsome features.

"The SIM!" She finally whispered hoarsely due to shock ... why the hell didn't she think about it before? It was obvious after all, because ... what was the biggest difference between humans and monsters?

Well, the existence of the magic core! That's it! For a few seconds, Sascha's thought processes ran a marathon, painstakingly analyzing the situation from every angle, the healer's words about his condition occupying a foreground in his mind.

The healer had been right after all! he had needed to know in detail the characteristics of his condition. Sascha's pair of eyes shone with a new light as she stared at the vial filled with mana pills.

"I have an indescribable desire to kiss you right now, Master." She proclaimed with all her heart. An embarrassed cough came from the Communicator, causing Sascha's lips to arch into a mocking smile.

"Ahem." Sheamus cleared his throat deeply, then said mercilessly. "Good thing I didn't raise a brainless idiot. Now you know what to do, right? Or do I need to spell it out for you in detail? "

Sascha ignored the biting tone in the old man's voice. She knew her old master better than anyone and therefore she knew that the more embarrassed he was, the sharper and harsher his tongue was.

Sascha uncorked the porcelain flask and instantly a distinctive sweetish scent invaded every corner of the shed. Inside twenty plump pills and without a definite color were exposed. She rocked the bottle until she took out two pills, and without pausing for a second she swallowed the pills impatiently.

Instantly, an intoxicating sense of power rose from the bottom of her stomach and burned through her meridians. Sascha counted the beats of his heart, feeling the gradual and progressive increase of his manic strength, in parallel with this his head and vision became clearer, the weakness afflicting his limbs fled with his tail between his legs, and not long after he was able to get up on the bed.

She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh loaded with relief.

"Did it work or not? Say, something girl. " Sheamus complained through the Communicator, obviously impatient.

"Did. I feel much better than before actually. " A slender, pale hand curled up, clenching into a clenched fist. A slight smile curved Sascha's crimson lips as her thoughts raced in the right direction.

Did he need mana to keep himself and her babies alive? Well, she was a well-versed apothecary with a natural talent for magical herbs. Who at fifteen had already mastered intermediate refining techniques such as the creation of mana restoring pills, what could go wrong, then? Deep in happy thoughts, Sascha almost missed the old man's next words.

"This is only a temporary measure. You must find the father of your children, child. " With this phrase, Sascha's bubble of realization was ruthlessly burst.

She blinked over and over, as a rebellious feeling filled her wary heart hers. It was no wonder that shortly after Sascha firmly shook her head. "Do not. It's not necessary, the Mana Restore Pills work very well. "

Trusting someone again and even more so entrusting a stranger with such an important matter as her life and that of her magical bugs? No kidding! She could do very well on her own, thank you very much. After all, once bitten, twice wary. In her heart, Sascha was unwilling to trust anyone ever again. Not even in the monster that she had made her greatest wish come true of hers.

If the Wolf were aware of her elusive companion's current thoughts she would surely cry tears of blood. Luckily, the Wolf remained blissfully ignorant of the future troubles that would fall into her lap, passed out on the hard, cold floor of the Purgatory cave.

"You are being a stubborn idiot, relying on mana-restoring pills for the Spirits know how long? You're simply dreaming, clear your thoughts and quickly land on reality. "Sheamus scolded her bluntly.

Sascha shrugged nonchalantly, but she was stubbornly silent. However, the old man was right and in the not so near future, she would also remember why her plan was simply absurd.

The old man sighed and cursed under his breath. When all was done and said, he was left alone to let her experiment for her head. He just hoped her blow didn't kill her in the process. A knowing and amusing glow glowed from Sascha's emerald orbs, obviously aware of the thoughts running through the old man's mind.

She was stubborn and absurdly headstrong, and she was the first person to admit it, she also knew that it was thanks to her stubborn nature that her personality had withstood the years of constant abuse by the Cornfields in the past. How far would her stubbornness take him? Sascha didn't know, but she didn't hurt to check it out, right?

"Why do you want me to find it?" However, she was stubborn, not an idiot and although she was not willing to trust anyone anymore, she also did not hurt to know the reasons of the old man, who like her never did or said anything for the love of art.

It didn't hurt to have more than one option either, did it?