PS: this chapter is quite long, twice a normal one so grab a drink and put on some music.
As Arad was mixing the potion, he drew some of Mary's blood from her fingertip and mixed it. She immediately healed the small wound and kept helping him, handing him anything he asked for from the back.
Soon, it was time to add the virgin's tears. She turned around and extended her butt to him, "Slap it, as hard as you can. I'm quite delicate so I'll probably tear up just from a small tap."
Arad looked at her large butt with a disappointed face. He pushed her aside and reached inside their ration bag, pulling an onion. "Come here and stop fooling around."
Arad finished mixing the ink, but now that he looked at it, he realized how skilled Doma was with her hands. Even with his alchemy skills, what he mixed still looked like mud compared to Doma's smooth, honey-like ink. "I think this should…" He looked at the mixture with a worried stare.
