Chapter 211: Return Gift
"Uh..." The chubby pharmacist's movements paused for a moment. He cautiously glanced at Alice and struggled to find the right words. "It's not that scary..."
Alice glared at him and said, "But you were clearly very scared."
The chubby pharmacist, almost on the verge of tears, replied, "I... I just have a small courage..."
This attitude inexplicably made Alice feel stifled. She stared at the chubby pharmacist for a long time but ultimately did nothing. Lowering her eyes, she asked:
"Where's the medicine?"
The chubby pharmacist was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly got up from the ground, took out two bottles of potions, and handed them to Alice, earnestly reminding her:
"They can be used within six months, rest assured!"
Alice gave him a sidelong glance but said nothing in the end. She took the potions and left the herbal shop.
It wasn't until she had walked more than ten meters away that Alice stopped, turned back, and looked at the herbal shop, now obscured by the crowd, and murmured:
"Speaking of which...
"The 'Dice of Probability' should be in the School of Life, right?"
If he could steal the 'Dice of Probability'... No, for whatever reason, as long as he could bring it out...
This thought flashed through Alice's mind, making her laugh out loud. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself:
"What am I thinking? How could a low-sequence Extraordinary come into contact with a level 0 Sealed Artifact?"
Thinking of this, Alice suddenly remembered a question:
"By the way, the pharmacist should actually be a very cautious Extraordinary, right?
"Running a shop in one place for a long time would easily attract the attention of official Extraordinaries... but he..."
Alice frowned slightly, recalling the seemingly newly restocked herbs in the chubby pharmacist's shop, feeling a moment of confusion.
...It seemed he never planned to move?
A faint trace of guilt flashed through Alice's heart. She quickly looked straight ahead with a guilty conscience and went home without changing her expression.
Sitting in her study, Alice seriously pondered what to write in the letter.
"What should I write to make Amon understand my feelings..." Alice rested her chin on her left hand, pondered for a moment, and then began to write on the letter paper.
...
Receiving Alice's sacrificial request, Amon rarely felt a bit of anticipation.
He really wanted to know what strange thing she would send this time... Amon thought as he retrieved... two bottles of unknown potions from the sacrificial channel?
After a moment of contemplation, Amon opened Alice's letter.
She seemed to have carefully decorated the envelope and letter paper—by which I mean, the envelope was pink with a heart-shaped seal.
If Amon were more familiar with modern society, he would probably know... yes, this is the stereotypical appearance of a love letter.
But Amon didn't know this. In fact, even if he did, he probably wouldn't care. He was just curious about the content of the letter.
『
To the great Angel of Time, Amon:
It's been a few days since we last contacted. Please forgive me; this is because I was preparing a return gift for you.
I really liked the gift you left me, so I carefully prepared a return gift for you.
During our last meeting, I noticed that you were very distressed and unable to accept the idea of pregnancy, so I prepared a contraceptive for you.
It was made by a pharmacist I know well. Rest assured, its quality is absolutely trustworthy.
You don't have to worry about this anymore.
Sincerely, Alice
』
Amon expressionlessly crumpled the paper bit by bit, then released it, and the paper instantly aged into dust in his palm, falling to the ground.
This letter was different from the previous provocative one. Alice had carefully decorated the edges of the letter paper and drawn cute illustrations around it, making the whole letter look sincere.
Sincere.
Amon gritted his teeth as he looked at the two bottles of potions. After a few seconds, a very friendly smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
...
Tall trees spread their lush branches, blocking the glaring sun and leaving only fragmented sunlight.
Alice, wearing a floral dress, carrying a basket woven from flowers and grass, and wearing a flower crown, hummed a song as she played a shadow-stepping game on the forest path.
Suddenly, a delicate wooden cabin appeared at the end of the road. Without thinking, Alice skipped over with her basket.
"Is anyone there?" She knocked on the door twice and asked in a cheerful tone.
"Come in." A relaxed male voice came from inside the cabin. For some reason, Alice felt that this voice didn't quite match the scene...
Alice blinked blankly, realizing she was in a dream.
She stiffly looked at the wooden cabin in front of her, the smile on her lips quickly falling, leaving only tension and worry.
—The power invading her dream was inside the cabin.
Alice cautiously reached out and slowly pushed open the cabin door.
Inside was exactly the fairy tale cabin she had imagined.
A round table made of a giant red mushroom with white spots, paired with stools shaped like tree stumps.
Further inside, there was a half-drawn curtain made of vines growing from the cabin's roof, with small flowers emitting a faint glow, lighting up the interior.
The flowers were not only on the curtain but also scattered on the wooden walls and roof, making the cabin's light quite even.
Behind the curtain was a delicate wooden bed, decorated with flowers and vines, with beige bedding that matched the cabin's overall color scheme.
But Alice had no time to care about this now.
On the tree stump stool, a man sat with his legs crossed on the mushroom table, a teasing smile on his familiar face, wearing a monocle that Alice knew well.
Amon!
Alice's eyes widened in horror. She instinctively wanted to retreat and run, but then she realized she was in a dream and struggled to...
Wait, what was she trying to do?
Alice blinked blankly. Amon waved at her and invited, "Come, sit."
Alice hesitated and moved over, looking around. After a moment of contemplation, the cabin suddenly disappeared, and they were in the open forest.
Then, a swing made of vines appeared. She threw herself into the swing and habitually kicked the ground. After the swing started to move, she suddenly realized what she was doing and stopped urgently.
Alice cautiously looked up at Amon. He was watching her with great interest. Seeing her stop, he smiled and asked:
"Does my outfit not quite match the atmosphere here?" (End of the chapter)