Sharati carefully collected the poison without spilling a single drop into the bottle.

After extracting a full bottle of poison the size of a palm, Matapju held back her magic power.

“These too.”

“Hmm?”

Sharati held out a bulky bundle of cloth she took from her bag to Matapju.

“Making antidotes won’t be done in the blink of an eye.”

“…….”

Especially since several rounds of side-effect experiments were required, a considerable amount of poison was needed for the production of the antidote. With no words to refute the instructions, Matapju received the bundle of cloth with a puzzled face.

How much had she extracted that the bundle of cloth felt so heavy?

Though the work wasn’t tiring due to the overflowing mana in the village, it was still a tedious task. Matapju thought of the dozens of workers outside and took out the communication device.

“Ah, people outside also have things to do.”

Collect information on illusionary grass. Check the presence of crimson poisonous grass inside the village. Secure necessary items for making antidotes. Sharati naturally assigned tasks to the workers Matapju intended to lead.

“…….”

Matapju quietly maintained her position, twiddling her fingers or flicking them. She couldn’t grumble when an unrelated doctor was struggling.
Having moved the needle with magic for a while, Matapju, who was diligently extracting poison, paused for a moment.

“But isn’t this something the assistant should do? Why not call the slave, the doctor, assistant?”

Sharati, who was recording various reactions of the poison on paper, turned her head.

“It’s dangerous.”

Matapju blinked at the unexpected sensible reaction.

“…Ah. Dangerous.”

“Asking someone with no experience and no immunity to poison. We still don’t even know what kind of poison it is, and it’s dangerous.”

“…Right. Poison is dangerous. Ah, yes.”

To Sharati, a swordmaster of the Newton Empire and a war orphan, Matapju was a vulnerable person who needed protection.

Mulling over the gap, Syluki asked with her lips rolled up.

On the other hand, when Ren was mentioned, Sharati became anxious.

‘Ren would worry.’

Feeling uneasy as time passed without proper explanation, Sharati gained strength when she thought of Ren, who bravely touched the dangerous poisonous grass. However, she flinched for a moment, recalling the wind that came to mind due to yesterday’s contact.

‘Ah, come to think of it, it was Ren’s first time seeing the poison he got intoxicated with.’

Suddenly, the moment when she was shocked to learn of his intoxication while treating the deep wounds on his belly and thigh came to mind.

The poison was so strong that even if it seeped into the wound, it was impossible to detect the intoxication externally.

“…….”

Sharati stared blankly at the poison in the bottle.

Unanswered questions and unclear causes. And an unintentional commonality.

‘If, or perhaps…….’

Could this poison be related to Ren?

The crimson eyes that began to approach the truth trembled. Meanwhile, Sharati’s subconscious was already moving her hands according to the mixture method that detoxified Ren’s intoxication in the past.

Insufficient herbs were quickly delivered from outside through Matapju.

‘Even this precious didote herb.’

Thanks to the much better quality materials and support, the improvement of the antidote seemed to be progressing successfully.

Beep, beep, beep.

“……!”

At the warning sound that seemed to make her ears fall off, Sharati stopped her hands just before completion. It was the intruder alarm sound that Matapju had installed in the village.

Matapju, annoyed that interference came when the completion of the antidote was imminent, took out the communication device with an unpleasant expression.

“What’s this?”

Reflected in the communication device was a middle-aged man resembling a thick frog. He wiped his sweat continuously in anger-mixed glares pouring in from all directions.

The middle-aged man, who was awkwardly smiling, seemed to be striving to express something, and with an exaggerated chin gesture, he addressed the village chief.

Matapju, who received the situation through the communication device, sneered sarcastically.

“Oh, that nuisance?”

The only doctor in Ashu Village and the surveillance planted by Viscount Bridend, who was mentioned earlier, had returned to the village.

“Hehe, I have a wife here. Where are you going?”

Saying so with impudence, the middle-aged man equipped with audacity continued to express something with exaggerated gestures.
And at that moment, Sharati completed the antidote by adding a small amount of what could be called the last powder.

Unexpectedly, Sharati’s discovery and activity, unfortunately, overturned Viscount Bridend’s plot before it even began.

The completed antidote was handed over to Butopju. However, when Sharati finally came out, who had been waiting outside while Matapju personally greeted the surveillance sent by Viscount Bridend, she was sweating in an unexpected situation.

A flower. Sharati, who had received a bouquet made of a hundred flowers with difficulty, could not raise her face in an awkward situation.

“Doctor, can you answer?”

Dressed up nicely, Ashu, with a tense face, asked.

Facing Ashu, not Ren, Sharati, with a awkward feeling, bit her lips.

“Please think positively, Doctor.”

It was a shy yet polite, sincere request.

With the intense fragrance of flowers, Sharati closed her eyes tightly in the emotions conveyed.

“I……. ”

At that moment, there was a fern hand pulling her robe hem.

“We like Princess Deer too!”

“Cute!”

Sedipia Village children, who appeared at some point, looked at Sharati with the same face as Ashu.

“When did you guys…?”

The assistance of the children was not planned, and Ashu’s face turned redder than a red radish from all the angry glares. But when Sharati hesitated in the gaze of the innocent and pure children, Ashu overcame embarrassment and actively stepped forward.

“Let’s start with getting to know each other slowly. Don’t feel burdened, feel free to treat us comfortably. I just want your permission.”

Behind the glasses, Ashu’s eyes were red.

“Can you give me a chance?”

It was a confession.

It was actually a love confession.

Although caught off guard by Ashu’s sudden confession as a sudden confession of first love, Sharati’s face also turned red at the first love confession she heard directly.

Above all, not knowing what to do as the innocent eyes of the children watched, she was confused.

Meanwhile, the girls, still immersed in the fairy tale, turned their heads with puffed-up cheeks.

“Where’s the Demon Lord?”

Girls who were fascinated by the dedication of the Demon Lord rather than the prince rushed to find Ren.

Sharati didn’t know. Although children’s hearts change several times a day, once they get properly hooked, they don’t let go until the end.

“I found him!”

Finding Ren was quick. The girls who found Ren, who was absentmindedly touching a small box on the balcony of the second floor of the Croffle Mercenary Corps lodging, tumbled with excitement.

The distance was too far. So they shouted first.

“Doctor and Ashu oppa are kissing !!!”