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T/N: This is the start of Volume 3: “I’m not a saint. I’m an alchemist.”!
Royal Capital Disturbance (1)
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For the next few days, until the mandrake roots were ready, first, I came to the market with Marcus and Kate in search of fresh milk to make Cream Shanti in the centrifuge I was given.
The gentle early morning sunlight, the sound of birds chirping in the treetops. The start of another morning… or at least it was supposed to be.
The refreshing morning atmosphere was completely changed by the shout of an individual of the garrison.
“A stray monster is coming from the south! The people of the city are free to enter the noble district! Hurry! Evacuate to the north side!”
“Soldiers, knights, and adventurers, prepare to fight back! Hurry!”
The garrison’s voices caused a commotion in the early morning.
There were some who fled with their families with whatever that had on them, while others struggled to collect all their assets.
“We need to return to the mansion as quickly as possible,” Kate urged Marcus and me in a fluster.
We ran and returned to the mansion.
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When I returned to the mansion, I took a large shoulder bag from Father’s closet and ran to the laboratory. I threw all the pre-made potions that Marcus had made in practice and so forth into the bag.
“Marcus! The monster is coming! Potions, high potions, and mana potions. You remember how to make them, don’t you? I’ll have you make new potions right here!”
It’s been roughly a year since Marcus came to this mansion. I had already taught Marcus how to make the standard potions.
“Got it! Ojou, what are you going to do?”
Marcus immediately got the equipment and the necessary beakers ready.
“I’ll be delivering my potions to the people at the front lines! Marcus, once you’ve made some, bring them to the south gate!”
“Front lines? That’s danger—!” I ignored Marcus’s worried words and ran to the south of the city.
Many brawny adults gathered at the south gate of the royal capital and the atmosphere was tense.
I was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled by the shoulder.
“Hey! A child shouldn’t be in a place like this!”
It was a female swordsman with beautiful long black hair and dressed in leather armor. Her obsidian-like eyes criticized me and shot straight at me.
“I may be a child, but I’m a full-fledged alchemist! I’m here to provide rear support!” I said, then opened my side bag wide to show her the many potions inside. I met her gaze with eyes filled with determination.
“Letia, stop teasing the child.”
A brown-haired man with an adventurer’s appearance stopped the woman called ‘Letia’ who was scolding me.
“Mark… I’m not teasing her! I just said what I was supposed to say.”
However, it’s natural that her emotions would flare up if she saw a child in this area.
“…Never go outside the gate. If it gets dangerous, the first thing to do is to run away. Okay?” she said, then she became buried in the crowd of people. Most likely, she was going to prepare at the front of the gate.
After, the man named ‘Mark’ told me “don’t push yourself” and caressed my head, then followed the woman.
“The gate’s opening! Everyone, immediately prepare the formation!”
A tense silence dominated before the gate by the voice.
The creaking sound of the wood accompanied the opening of the south gate doors.
Swordsmen, heavy knights, martial artists, and those with similar jobs were outside the gate or guarding the gate. Also, the mages and healers were at the top of the watchtower.
Also, through the gap of people I peeped through, I could see a huge cloud of dust coming straight at us from the grasslands beyond the gate.
Then, the beast stopped in its tracks as it saw the figures of people. The humans with vanguard jobs surrounded the beast.
The beast’s bloodshot eyes blazed with anger. Additionally, its huge body easily surpassed that of a human. The hair on its body is sharp and easily scratches human skin.
It had a huge horn on its forehead and two tusks on each side of its mouth that could devastate a person’s body in an instant.
Behemoth was the name given to this beast.
Surrounded by the combatants, the behemoth started to take action with its two feet and it neighed, exposing its proud big frame.
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First, the mages tried to stop the legs.
“““The frozen tempest, Ice Storm!””” 1
The mages tried to stop the behemoth with ice attacks aimed at its forefeet.
“““Did it work!?”””
…However, the ice only served to barely trip its feet and fell off the foot, scattering into nothingness.
“The Heaven’s Hammer of Wrath—Heaven’s Thunder!”
A bolt of lightning struck from above the behemoth’s head, trying to paralyze or stun it.
The behemoth froze in place as the mallet dropped on its head.
“Now!”
Two swordsmen ran towards its feet, aiming for its hind legs.
However…
Thud!
They were kicked in the shoulder and stomach, gouging the ground as they collided with the south gate and lost consciousness.
The man who had been hit in the stomach was bleeding from his mouth and his internal organs were probably damaged. The man who was hit in the shoulder had his arm pointing in a strange direction as if his bones were shattered.
“Somebody! Hurry up and heal them!”
However, by the time those directions were given, the battlefield was in a state of chaos. The front-line team headed out to attack and were killed in return, and the healers were busy recovering the combatant.
“I have a potion!” I shouted, giving the potion to the swordsman who was hit in the stomach and leaning against the collapsed gate.
Then, I poured a potion on the shoulder of the other swordsman who was hit in the shoulder.
My potion was already twice as effective because it’s made from materials I grew from seeds that I collected (the purchase price has been revised to five times that of ordinary products).
“Ah, I’m saved… a kid!?”
The swordsman regained consciousness and wiped his bleeding mouth.
“Any pain in the abdomen?” I checked with him.
“…None. Thanks, I owe you a favor,” he said, then he stood up and ran to the front again.
The swordsman, who had been hit in the shoulder, also rotated his healed shoulder in wonder and bowed to me, then returned to the front line.
I heard a voice from the top of the watchtower, “We’re out of mana potions! Does anyone have any!?”
“Use this!” I yelled as I handed over a mana potion by throwing it at the feet of the shouting female healer.
“What’s with this, I’m fully recovered…” the woman muttered in surprise after drinking my potion.
“Everyone, that kid’s potions are excellent! People who are out of potions should go to her!” she said and pointed at me.
Everyone briefly looked at me. One of them was Father, who was standing on top of the watchtower.
“This guy got his dominant arm torn off by the horn. Can you cure it?”
One of the men took me to a man with a torn arm, lying down completely exhausted.
“I’ll try,” I answered briefly, then took out a high potion from my side bag.
Then, I placed the torn arm on the right side of his body where it belonged.
With a splash, I poured the potion on the affected part of his arm—the section where his arm and torn part met. Then, the bones, flesh, and muscles swelled up from both sections and eventually connected, and the small tissues, such as nerves and blood vessels, connected as well. The area was then covered with new skin and looked completely healed.
“…Damn. Do you feel any pain or discomfort?” the man who brought me here asked the man lying on the floor. The man who was questioned moved his just healed dominant arm.”
“…Nothin’ at all. Even my old wounds are healed and I feel better than before.”
After various movements, he gripped his sword tightly once again.
“Thank you, Ojou-chan. Thanks for saving his life!” he said, then ran towards the battlefield.
After that, I continued to deal with those who had run out of basic potions and those who were seriously injured.
… The fight was still going on.
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Thanks for the new chapter!
She’s 7. You shouldn’t even be able to lift a useful number of potions.
But she’s the MC. She has plotkai buffs to all of her stats, and has exactly the amount of items needed with her unless plot demands some dramatic tension. Then it’ll be Marcus’s time to shine as the ML.
at 5, is brought by her father to help him negotiate a deal to sell her potions to the army. At 6, gets an apprentice because she is overworked. At 7 goes to the frontline and doesn’t even flinch at all the blood….so besides the fact that she acts more like an adult who was reborn or transmigrated, what is wrong with all of these adults that are ok with all of this? I mean the previous child labor was one thing, but now allowing her that close to danger…instead of getting a servant or soldier to deliver the potions? (not to mention, she would have been far more useful at home making more potions than running around a battlefield where the adults are likely too busy to pay attention to her and just an accident waiting to happen…oh wait, MC halo. Forgot
Facts. If this was a novel with a real plot I would care, but it’s slice of life lol. You don’t know what’s down bad when she’s only 12 y/o at 200 chps+.