“Does this really heal wounds when sprinkled?”
Tien, who had a pie specially made by the chef in front of her, asked as she wrote ‘physical recovery’ on the potion bottle. Luella replied calmly, holding out another potion bottle.
“Yes. But since it’s only level 1 even though it’s advanced, it can’t heal deep wounds. Now, write ‘energy recovery’ on this potion.”
“You don’t give me a chance to eat.”
“You can eat by taking a bite and writing like me.”
They were eating a special snack they had received as a reward for treating the chef’s wound.
“Nobles shouldn’t do such things during meals. It’s against manners.”
“We came to recover the lost territory. We have a pile of things to do, so it’s not the time to talk about manners. Now, I’ll give you this as a gift.”
Tien, who received a few blue potions, tilted her head.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a mana recovery potion.”
“It recovers mana?”
Luella smiled as she looked at Tien’s wideeyed expression.
“Yes. Mana is more important than physical strength for people like us who use mana for all abilities.”
“You know well.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I clearly know the pain of a healer who cannot heal because mana has run out while the party members’ physical strength is draining.”
Luella continued to make potions, and began to pour out the anger that had built up. Her main character in Hellane Play was a healer, and she was suddenly furious, recalling the curses that the veterans had slammed into the chat window every time she ran a raid.
“After the raid or hunting ends, the dealers come and protest. Asking why they didn’t get healed. Even if they just looked at the ground effects and avoided them, they could survive without healing! The controls are so poor!”
“Ground effects? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Well, I don’t think such a thing will happen here… No, will it? Anyway, it’s hard to explain in words. If you ever encounter such a situation later, you will know well, so let’s just move on for now. Anyway! A healer’s mana is not infinite, so don’t ask for healing when the situation is urgent, drink or sprinkle potions. Got it?”
“Yes.”
Tien, blinking her eyes at Luella’s early education, replied a moment later.
“But the healer I heard about is quite different.”
“Different how?”
“I knew a healer as someone who treats the injured with sacred abilities from the rear.”
Luella unknowingly frowned. Since Hellane was a raidcentric game, no class did not go out to the hunting ground. But it seems that the image of the healer here is like Mother Teresa.
“What do you mean? Is the healer not going to fight?”
“They do go. But they don’t participate in the battle directly. I heard that they set up a base far from the danger zone and treat the injured who are brought there.”
“When was this story? In the age when tigers smoked?”
“Do tigers smoke too?”
“There are tigers here too.”
Having said it herself first, Luella was surprised that there were tigers in this world too.
“So when did you hear this story?”
“Since Senhwi heard it from his grandfather, it must be more than 100 years old?”
Then, Hazen entered through the restaurant door.
“Hmm. Delicious smell. Emma’s special pie.”
He picked up the pie on the table and asked.
“What were you talking about?”
Luella smiled broadly as if she was glad to see his arrival.
“Tien was telling me about the healer story he heard from Senhwi. Have you finished organizing the reception room?”
“I’m still far from it. I just brought the necessary furniture from the basement and came to tell where to place it. I was hungry since I used some strength.”
“Didn’t you say you were going to summon a creature? Can’t you just command the summoned creature without doing anything yourself?”
“Summoning and moving the creature is also my work. It can’t be effortless.”
“It sounds like it. I filled your plate more than usual. Please eat.”
After taking a big bite of the pie, Hazen looked into the potion next to Tien and asked.
“Is it really effective?”
“Ask Raphael.”
“I’m really amazed. I thought potions were only made by fraudulent sorcerers.”
At Hajen’s muttering, Luella tilted her head. She did not understand well what he meant, as the game Hellane and reality here showed differences.
“What do sorcerers make?”
“They make and sell strange drugs that have unknown effects, claiming blessings or curses.”
‘What nonsense is he talking about.’
Potions are essential even if not for boss raids in combat, but to neglect them like this?
“If you belittle potions, you’ll be in big trouble. And do I look like someone who would make a strange drug with unknown effects?”
As Luella reacted sensitively, Tien poked her side.
“Bro, I said something similar just now. Isn’t a healer originally someone who heals people who are injured with divine power?”
“Oh, please. I’m not that antiquated, oldfashioned healer, you know? That, what is it. New generation. Ah! The MZ generation.”
But after saying that, she suddenly became curious.
“But how old am I?”
“What do you mean?”
Hajen asked with a puzzled expression.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
