Failure Alchemist – Chapter 33

Translator: Flowingcloud  Editor: Arocks141

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Suspected of Being a Saint

 

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The monster behemoth was defeated and peace was restored in the royal capital.

Those who had thrown themselves into the battle breathed a sigh of relief. Some slumped weakly to the ground, others sat down on the floor of the watchtower.
Smiles began to appear here and there.

Marcus and I ran around distributing potions to all the people who had been active on the front lines, handing them out to those who were out of potions.
That was when it happened.

I was grabbed by the shoulder by a knight I didn’t know and captured.

“…Are you a saint? The thorns that helped us restrain the behemoth just now and the green light that was shining brightly around you. Did you defend… us, our country?”

At the sound of his voice, all the eyes around me immediately turned towards me.

“…May I have a moment?”

Father made his way through the crowd of people towards me.

“Father…”

“…Shh.”

I called out to Father, but he stopped me by putting his palm lightly on my mouth.

“…This child is my acquaintance’s child, you see. Give us a moment.”

Naturally, a mere knight would not complain to the Vice-Magician of the Mage Troops. I was taken by my father’s hand and we left the spot.

At that moment, a lone white cat beastman girl came running towards the south gate to look for her parents who had left for battle. It was so crowded that I did not notice that I had passed the girl.

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I am currently sitting in the carriage with my father that was heading to the royal castle, facing across from each other.
For a while, silence reigned the carriage, but then, Father finally spoke up.

“…For now, let’s put aside the fact you were even there.”

…‘Let’s put aside the fact’, huh? I guess the sermon will come later.

“What I want to confirm first is what that knight said. Daisy, are you a saint?” Father confirmed with me with a serious face.

“No, I am not. I just have the divine protection of the Green Spirit King… ah.”

At that moment, I had some sort of uncomfortable feeling inside my heart.

‘Beloved child’ was the phrase the spirit king said.

I used Appraisal on myself in order to confirm.

[Daisy von Preslaria]

Second daughter of a viscount family.
Health: 50/50
Mana: 525/525
Job: Alchemist
Skill(s): Appraisal (5/10), Alchemy (4/10), Wind Magic (4/10), Earth Magic (3/10), Water Magic (2/10), (Concealment)
Reward and Punishment: None
Gift: Green Spirit King’s Beloved Child

“If I’m not mistaken, I only had his divine blessing before, however, when I checked with my ‘Appraisal’, it showed ‘Green Spirit King’s Beloved Child’… I lamented over my powerlessness as I watched people being hurt. Then, the spirit king appeared in front of me. Afterward, I think he granted my wishes and was honored with his assistance.”

“…I see. Daisy, how do you plan on living your life from now on? As your father, I would like to know how you truly desire to live your life. As a person that possesses that degree of divine protection, any noble, royal family, or anyone of any position would happily welcome you in. Your gift—‘Green Spirit King’s Beloved Child’—is not a joke, but an existence where you could, for example, become the queen of any country if you so desire.”

Father’s face showed not a single hint of joking and he was completely serious.

“In reality, you’re not even at the age to make this sort of decision…” Father continued as he muttered softly and bit his lower lip.

“Father, I’ve already made up my mind about my future. Please don’t sigh about my matter.”

I smiled at my father, then touched his bitten lower lip with my slim child-like finger and pointed out, “Your lips will crack, you know?”

Father’s expression slightly softened when he heard my words.

“So, what is your wish for your future?”

“My wish is to be a mere independent alchemist in this country and to have my own atelier. The atelier will be located in a commoner’s district so that people of all regardless of social status can visit… Hence, I already have more than enough funds. Isn’t that so, Mr. Vice-Magician?”

I hinted at our ‘business’, specifically using Father’s job title.

“…I didn’t realize you were thinking of that since the beginning of your dealings with the army. If it hadn’t been for the ordeal on Baptism Day when you were five, I wonder if you would have been able to be more like your older siblings—more like a child your age…. I wonder if we, as parents, were too strict in forcing you to make a decision at the time.”

I shook my head in response to Father’s words, which were mixed with regret.

“It’s because Father and Mother showed me a path that I am able to be who I am today. If I continued rotting away due to the happenings of the baptism, I surely would not have been anything. Then, my dream of owning my own atelier would not come true. Or at least, that’s what I think.”

Father nodded his head in agreement.

“If that’s the case, then as your father, it would be my duty to aid you with all my effort in making your dreams come.”

“…Thank you very much.”

Father’s words made me relax my cheeks calmly.

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