What an Incredible Thing
When I asked Knight Mayer, "Do you know what kind of medicine is made using the powder from the wings of the Spirits?" he looked at me in surprise.
"Huh? You don’t know? The knowledgeable Young master Reinhardt doesn’t know?"
"I'm still only seven years old. There are plenty of things I don't know. So, what kind of medicine is it?"
"It's a regenerative healing potion that restores lost body parts."
"Eh?!" I blurted out loudly, and people around me turned to look.
I quickly apologized for the outburst and asked Knight Mayer for more details.
Since the powder from the spirits’ wings is extremely rare, the moment news of its acquisition spreads, a fierce scramble ensues.
So that’s why Captain Kyle refused to accept it.
If it's too much for Captain Kyle to handle, then I should probably give both my share and his to Father.
It would be better to compensate Captain Kyle with something else or give him the money after selling the powder.
I should discuss this with him once we return and then leave the rest to Father.
We safely returned to the shallow water plaza, thanked Ripka and Bianca's families, promised to meet again in two weeks, and then headed back to the mansion.
As soon as we returned to the mansion, the three of us brothers were taken straight to Father’s study.
"Father, shouldn’t we change clothes first before reporting?" I suggested.
"The report comes first.” He said, furrowing his brows.
Brother Chris took charge of the report while I sat quietly and listened.
When Father finished listening, he slumped into the sofa and stared at the ceiling.
"I'm glad you managed to save the legendary World Tree from rotting away in the forest, but it’s unfortunate that Chris's school friends saw it. By now, it's likely been exposed that Hardt has something to do with the strange occurrences in our territory. What to do..."
"Father, with two bottles of spirit wing powder, how many doses of the regenerative healing potion can be made?"
"Probably four doses per bottle. Chris, do you have an idea?"
"If we can make eight doses, how about using one dose per person as hush money? Of course, they would still have to pay for it. Aside from that, the royal family and the three margrave should be included as well."
"So, you're suggesting giving them the right to purchase it first since they were present and know about it?"
"Yes. Also, for Captain Kyle, it would be better to either give him a portion of the sale proceeds or offer him a different reward of his choosing."
Captain Kyle initially accepted the bottle but then returned it, saying to give it to Father instead.
"Understood. Chris, negotiate with your school friends to keep Hardt’s involvement a secret. You may use the priority purchase of the regenerative healing potion as a condition. Hardt, while I want to praise you for saving the World Tree, I've told you many times—rushing ahead without considering your surroundings must stop. If you don’t fix this, we won’t be able to keep your existence hidden."
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but feel down.
I knew that Chris’s school friends had been present in the forest this time, yet I acted the same way as always, making a big deal out of it.
I don’t regret saving the World Tree or the Alraune.
And I understand that Father is worried that I’ll get caught up in the aristocratic power struggles from now on.
But my goal is to enjoy a slow life in comfort—
Yet things are heading in the complete opposite direction.
Should I just accept it and continue doing whatever I want?
Or should I stop doing anything at all?
I’m only seven, and I already have to make such a tough decision...
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"I want to let Bianca out of the bag, so I’ll go to a separate room for a while."
"You don't need to go to another room. You can let Bianca out here."
"Well, I don’t think anything will happen, but just in case, I’d rather not give anyone an excuse to say something later.” Said Chrisford as he moved to a separate room with Bianca.
We were on a train heading for the royal capital.
"When I saw your letter telling us to get permission from our parents to go to the forest, I thought, 'What is he talking about?' But I’m glad I listened. The Westland territory isn’t just about the forest—there are all sorts of fascinating things here."
"I agree with Maxwell. The irons, hair dryers, glass jewelry, and those charms—there were so many novel things, and I bought them all."
"I did too. But I never expected this much. I'm almost certain that the youngest brother, Reinhardt, is involved in all of these products. The creativity we saw in the forest must have been turned into merchandise."
"Rainhall, does this mean we get priority access to the regenerative healing potion in exchange for keeping quiet about Young master Reinhardt?" Jarrett asked.
"Exactly. And not just that—you’re also not allowed to speak about the World Tree or anything related to Young master Reinhardt, not even to your families. Though they will probably report to the royal family about the existence of the regenerative healing potion and the World Tree, even if they don’t mention Young master Reinhardt."
"It seems like being around Chrisford will continue to lead to more interesting things.
Still, I’m jealous of the familiar contracts. I want to try again next year in the forest.” Maxwell said with excitement.
"Familiar contracts seem difficult. It’s not just about the World Tree—the Westland family’s philosophy of living alongside the forest and coexisting might be what makes the contracts possible. That’s why I don’t think we could do it ourselves."
"That’s true. Instead of mindlessly hunting magic beasts, they leave those they can coexist with alone. Your point makes sense, Rainhall."
"Well, one thing is clear—We won’t be able to take our eyes off Westland anytime soon."
As the conversation about Westland continued, the journey to the royal capital felt shorter than expected.
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