Chapter 27 - Chapter 27: Sudden epiphany.

"Assistant?" Sascha, who was unconsciously reaching for the spirit herb closest to her, snapped her head up. the pair of her eyes looked between hopeful and cautious at the old woman. "what didn't you say you couldn't teach me?" "and I can't, but not one you said anything about not having an assistant, right?" perfect white teeth, unusual for to woman her age, shone shrewdly in the young woman's direction. if it is true that she will listen to her, only she could sigh with resignation, since it would not be the first or last time that Melida would find loopholes to circumvent the rules. hope and caution fought and clashed inside Sascha. finally, caution won. "why are you changing your mind?" she asked suspiciously. Melida shrugged and then began to pack the golden potion into to glass bottle. she took her time before saying. "why not? it would be to waste not to harness and develop your talent." she paused slightly and with eyes that have seen too much, she mused herself aloud. "ah! that sneaky, sneaky bastard! I have known that sooner or later I would end up realizing your abilities." she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "that's why I have was so confident, you damn ogre!" Sascha listened silently to the old woman, without adding to word, well aware that the old woman was only releasing some smoke and that it had nothing to do with her. furthermore, she had her thoughts to consider. the old woman said she couldn't teach him, but even so, she insisted that she be her assistant, Sascha's mind kept spinning, reflecting. what benefits were there in being to witch's helper? first of all, she would have free access to the witch's warehouse of resources and raw materials. an important issue to consider, ace mana restore pills required a large number of ingredients. there was also the not inconsiderable issue of the knowledge archive of to being who, ace she had said, was older than shit. just this thought was enough to make Sasha's eyes sparkle. in the end, Sascha concluded that even if the old woman could not guide her learning and training, she would not block her path either, if she decided to learn on her own. with free access to Melinda's knowledge archive and her natural intelligence, she could do so. after while the witch's speech died down, I have fixed an impatient look on her and finally questioned. "can you do it or not?" "may l! of course, I can!" she was quick to accept. Sascha was cautious and suspicious, but not an idiot. furthermore, her instinct told him that this was the golden opportunity that she must not miss. usually, her instincts were never wrong. the reason why she Sascha decided to gamble. "then it is decided." the old woman nodded pleased. "why don't you go get ready while I finish here so I can show you around the store?" heat burned sascha's cheeks and ears, she had completely forgotten about this detail. she hastily nodded and fled like the rabbit, who for two decades pretended to be, returned to her shed. it didn't take long and just ace she finished combing her hair, her green eyes like precious gems stopped on the reflection of her beautiful and elegant face in the copper mirror in the shed. for some reason that only she knew, her beautiful face wrinkled in annoyance. the truth was, seeing her braid pulling tightly on her hair, Sascha had had a sudden epiphany. she was free, and since she was free, she knew she could use the things that she liked, eat what she liked and use her hair as she raged she gave it. like to prisoner suddenly granted clemency, Sascha happily launched into to spree of self-satisfaction. with deft fingers, the conservative hairstyle - imposed by the cornfields - was quickly undone. her hair fell past Sasha's waist, in thick, lush, jet-black locks. Sascha braided the top half of her hair and let the other half of her loose, her previously austere appearance dyed with to cheerful boyish charm. to finger traced Sascha's thin chin, ace her eyes appraised her clothes with her distaste. an ugly, shapeless dark blouse and to the very unflattering skirt of the same color. this would change in the future, she decided firmly. even if she couldn't afford to squander the money, still, to dress an outfit or two to her liking shouldn't send her budget to the ground. to woman's mood was important during pregnancy, and looking at the ugly clothes on her was something that easily depressed her. "plus, I want to get rid of anything that reminds me of the cornfields and James." Sascha whispered to her reflection. to slow smile spread across Sasha's face and she sighed before heading out to meet the old woman. to a couple of pixies got tangled in her hair and they refused to leave. Sascha found the old woman waiting for her inside the cabin, at the foot of the front door. Melida arched to frost-white eyebrow at such scene, amethyst eyes glittering calculatingly. despite this, she did not mention anything about the matter. both Sascha and Melida faced the wooden door. Sascha perceptively noted that this door was not just any type of door, ace she could easily sense the presence of various sigils carved into its surface, ace well ace that of various artificial manic cores. besides, the door had four different handles in different metal alloys each. it was obvious to a magical artifact. what type? it was something that very soon she would learn. Melida touched the copper doorknob with to withered-skinned hand. instantly Sascha felt goosebumps cover her skin ace the influxes of power converged. the carved sigils lit up with their light and the door swung open...