Chapter: 135

“It is not.”

Disappointment and embarrassment struck Kaizen’s face.

Astelle comforted Kaizen, “It is because there are many similar flowers.”

Vellian came with both hands full of Gurren grass and approached, watching Kaizen standing silently.

“Well, Your Majesty, I can help—”

“No need,” Kaizen refused emphatically.

Vellian manages to find the potion Astelle asked for, and Kaizen looks annoyed that he keeps looking for the wrong potion.

‘Well, I’ve been in and out of the forest a lot, but this is my first time looking for medicinal herbs.’

As he failed one after another, Kaizen became even more annoyed.

He seemed to have a black shadow only around him.

Vellian handed the herbs he brought to Astelle’s basket.

Kaizen, who had been searching through the grass for a long time, asked with a low sigh and complaining, “When did you learn this?”

“There is a pharmacist living near my grandfather’s mansion. Somehow I got to know and learned to make medicine.”

“Why did you learn that?”

Astelle replied with a glance asking why he asked for such a natural thing.

“Well, there are a young child and an elderly grandfather in the mansion.”

Even a simple cold can be fatal to a young child and an elderly.

Of course, the most vulnerable to disease are the elderly.

Theor and the Marquis are both very healthy, but Astelle hoped they would never get sick.

In her spare time, she learned to make herbs and potions from Gretel.

Apart from the eye color-changing potion, she had to make other medicines in case anyone gets sick while Gretel was away.

Gretel praised Astelle for being talented when she made medicines.

“Because of your meticulous personality, you learn quickly. You certainly seem to have talents too.”

Gretel praised her and said that she could accept her as her student if she wanted, but Astelle politely refused.

There was not enough time.