The Apothecary Noble Lady Treated Like Trash Was Executed — After Being Pushed Off a Cliff, She Regained Memories of Her Past Life, So She Abandoned the Kingdom and Decided to Enjoy a Carefree Life in Another World" - Episode 18

“Today’s quota is done already. Let’s call it a day!!”

“Woo-hoo!”

The next day, we finished even earlier than yesterday, wrapping up before noon.

With time to spare, I decided to gather medicinal herbs again.

“You’re done with work already?”

“Yeah, I got the hang of it better than yesterday, so it went quick.”

After a while, Ark, who had gone to the forest ahead of me, came over to where I was.

After observing me for a day and deciding there were no issues, he’d been going to the forest alone. His face looked thoroughly satisfied, must’ve had a good meal. He probably caught my scent and realized I wasn’t at the usual spot, so he came looking.

“Alright, let’s head to the apothecary.”

“Mm.”

After finishing our herb gathering, we dropped off our things at the inn, packed one small vial into my bag, and slung a backpack filled with a large bottle of potions over my shoulder before heading to the shop.

“Hello there!”

“Oh, it’s you, girl. What brings you in today?”

The old man, as usual, had deep furrows between his brows and a stern expression.

“I made some potions right away, so I was hoping you could buy them.”

“Oho, really? Let’s have a look then.”

“Just a moment.”

I pulled out a small vial of recovery potion from my bag and placed it on the counter.

“Wha—?!”

The old man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head the moment he saw it.

“Is something wrong?”

“Something wrong?! This here’s a recovery potion that’s been magically enhanced!!”

“Magically enhanced? There are recovery potions that aren’t?”

I’d never heard of potions made without channeling magic.

“Whoa, hold on. There are two kinds of medicine, regular and magical. And magical ones? They blow regular ones out of the water in terms of effectiveness, speed, shelf life—everything. There are barely any alchemists in this town who can make magical potions, y’know?”

“I had no idea. I just assumed all potions were magical. That’s how I was taught at home.”

The book I’d been given only covered magical potion recipes, so I thought that was the norm.

“Good grief, what kind of place did you grow up in…? Ah, never mind, that’s too nosy. I just figured you were a regular alchemist, so this shocked me. Making such a pure magical potion at your age is incredible craftsmanship. Hell, even I couldn’t make something this refined.”

“Eh, really? I thought this was standard.”

What came to mind were the days I spent being berated until I could produce a clear, emerald-green potion. This was the only one I could truly call a success.

But apparently, even that was unusual.

“Don’t be ridiculous. There aren’t even ten alchemists in the whole world with skills like this.”

“Pfft, come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“I’m dead serious.”

“Ahaha, well, thank you.”

The old man had a funny way of joking.

I understood now that magical potions were something special, but claiming I was among the best in the world? That was absurd.

He must’ve been trying to encourage me after seeing how shocked I was. I appreciated the sentiment.

“Sigh… Well, what to do…”

The old man stroked his chin, deep in thought.

“Can you not buy it from me?”

“Nah, it’s not that I can’t, but a potion like this shouldn’t be sold in a place like this.”

“But when I tried selling herbs at other shops, everyone tried to rip me off. You’re the only one who gave me a fair price. So if anyone’s buying, I’d rather it be you.”

Honestly, I didn’t even want to try selling elsewhere.

“Sigh… Alright, alright, you got me. When you put it like that, I can’t exactly refuse. Luckily, I know a guy who’d pay top coin for this. I’ll squeeze him dry for you. Hand over everything you’ve got.”

“Thank you!!”

—Thud.

I pulled out the large bottle from my backpack, filled to the brim with all the recovery potions I’d made.

Buying one big bottle was cheaper than buying a bunch of small ones, and stuffing multiple vials into a backpack risked breakage. This was the best solution.

As long as I didn’t jostle it too much or handle it carelessly, it shouldn’t crack.

“Whoa, hold on! What’s with that amount?! How many did you even make?!”

“About fifty vials’ worth.”

“FIFTY?! That’s impossible under normal circumstances!!”

“Really? I think I could make a hundred in a day.”

If I worked nonstop for 24 hours, I could easily double that.

But normal people need sleep and meals. Even accounting for that, this much should be doable.

“Like hell that’s possible!! Even the best alchemists hit their limit at twenty!!”

“But this was normal back home?”

“What kind of place did you grow up in?! That’s insane!!”

“Eh, is it?”

I knew the lack of breaks was abnormal, but I never realized the daily quotas were too.

Looking back, it’s a miracle I kept up with those quotas right up until… well, almost the end.

“Sigh… Whatever. Just wait here a sec.”

The old man started heading toward the back of the shop.

“Hey, old man! Come quick!!”

But just then, a stranger burst into the store in a panic.