As Dill closed the cupboard, just in time, Mrs. Cole pushed her way in.
She pulled on the hood of her trench coat and was soaking wet and wretched.
Little Lily woke up just in time, and as soon as the child woke up, she cried for her mother. Mrs. Cole had her hands full, and Dill noticed that Lily was a little red in the face and immediately reached out.
"She has a fever."
Mrs. Cole's face was ugly when she heard that ordinary people who are sick will go outside to the mountains to catch some herbs to eat, but now it is raining heavily.
Dill looked at Lily's reddened little face and couldn't help but say, "I'm a learned doctor, so if you don't mind, I have some herbs here that I can use for her first."
People in general hold respect for learned practitioners of medicine, especially the exotic-faced dill. Even if she is also just a little girl, she just looks to be full of exotic herbs.
Mrs. Cole had no choice but to nod her head and say, "Then I'll trouble you."
While Mrs. Cole went to the kitchen to get busy, Dill put Lily back on the bed. The little witch's usual practice was also taking care of children and helping people with herbs, and now that she was back in her old profession, Dill's apprehensive heart settled down again.
She took a small piece of fine linen cloth from the wide drawer under the cabinet and smeared it with a bit of powdered peppermint ointment; this was Amber's must-have summer sacrament, and Dill found that it was cold and comfortable to put on, so she went along with the process of making an improvised fever-reducing cloth.
[ D-class props were successfully made; smear the cool green herbs on the tough cloth, and the sick child will rest well in a sweet and cold dream. [Dream of Peppermint] has been collected and incorporated into the [Magical Girl's Gourmet Cupboard].
Dill was about to place the patch on the girl's forehead when she heard the prompt, and she almost didn't slip her hand. Although the accidental prop was successfully made, the mental damage to the magical girl was still too great, and the shock overshadowed the surprise.
It is not possible that in the future, we will have to hear the magical voice of the magical girl from time to time, right? Dillro can't imagine; if Amber knew, she would be laughing from morning to night.
Memories of the past came flooding back, and Dill shook her head as she realized that she was thinking about Amber more and more often, which made her resent Oya even more.
If it is Amber, if it is her, what will happen? Every time she encountered difficulties, she used to think of Amber, of those ghost ideas, as if she were accompanied by their side. Dill can also hold out all the way.
[Abnormal magical fluctuations detected, perform identification, identification successful, confirmed blessing [Aura].]
Dill: Really shocked?
When Mrs. Cole came out, her little daughter was already sleeping with a peaceful face. The black-haired girl looked at the side, cast in front of the bed of light and shadow, soft and serene, like a small flower in the gap between the walls, to guard a corner of the years of peace, inexplicably reassuring.
Mrs. Cole guessed that this girl must have received a very good education, perhaps still the children of the nobility; otherwise, how would the church specifically send silver knights to escort it?
Thinking this way, Mrs. Cole rubbed her hands even more uneasily. It was raining outside, she only had leftovers and hard black bread to entertain her guests, and she was so big-headed as to actually invite such a noble girl to stay for dinner.
"It happened to be raining outside; the vendors all ran out; only some leftovers were left. I'm really sorry."
Dillro was distracted by her communication with Laurel; once she heard Mrs. Cole's words, she subconsciously replied, "No, I'm not very hungry."
With a flash of light in her head, Dillro couldn't even think about it and opened her mouth to babble, "Why don't you let me do the cooking? There's a tradition in my hometown that when you enter a guest's home, you must cook a dish for the host."
Mrs. Cole originally disagreed, but with her daughter so sick and with Dill's sincere gaze and insistent attitude, she could only nod her head in embarrassment in the end. But she was adamant in asking Dill to be sure to stay the night so that she could treat her to a nice breakfast in the morning.
The average commoner's house wouldn't have any proper cooking utensils, and the town's communal ovens must have closed early now that it was raining so hard. Dill set her sights on the large iron skillet hanging over the fireplace. There was nothing like a big bowl of hot stew to warm you up on a cold, wet, rainy day like this.
But before that...
Dill pulled out her little-looking glass and began to appraise it.
[Aura C].
*Based on the magical teachings of a cleric of LV90 or higher.
The teachings of a powerful cleric are deeply embedded in memory, so even an ordinary person can easily comprehend the mysteries of magic.
*Small increases the rate of comprehension of inspiration and indirectly increases the success rate of spells below C rank.
Heavenly rain! The light in Dill's eyes was almost piercing through the looking glass, just when she wanted to doze off, someone came to hand her a pillow.
Raise the rate of comprehension of inspiration!
Boosting the success rate of spells!
This skill was specifically designed for her, right? But the teachings of a powerful cleric... Dill thought of Amber again; she also remembered that she had repeatedly fallen into danger before. It was also because she remembered Amber's words that she was able to capture a glimmer of life, so this was also a kind of blessing!
Was it a blessing from Amber?
She reread it again, double-checking.
LV90+: Divine Favorite? Amber, you're not a village bully anymore, are you? Remember, even that guy, Oya, was quite scared of Amber? Dill didn't know whether to be shocked by the fact that a fully leveled big brother was right next to her or the sad fact that she, a LV8 rookie, had been led by a LV90+ mage for more than ten years and hadn't even broken through level 10.
Amber, I'm sorry; it's me who's too wasted.
The girl lifted her spirit to wash the dishes, and along with it, she washed away all the miscellaneous thoughts.
She must go back alive! Back to find Amber!