Chapter 3:
Alchemist Soul:How To Not Be A Chosen One
The man behind the encounter with flowing dark ponytail was fiddling the bird skulls attached to his waist.Smiling,he said welcome,a practice he always does when a customer enters.His face lit up with recognition when he saw a white hijab,moreso the towering bag.
She didn't answer,she didn't even looked at him.
She walked straight into the corner unhooking a stalk with long and slender sickle-like leaves.
She won't,that he already knew.This isn't the first he tried to strike a conversation with her and it always ended the same.Left unanswered,ignored.Best he can get,a look and a few words.
Nosy much?Well,he doesn't think that way and besides he wasn't borderline crossing.
"This is new."
The apothecary thought,blinking several times.He was concerned.The past weeks he noticed she had eye bags,now it disappeared and yet she still looks haggard.A matter of fact,why does she look worst than the last time he saw her?
Smiling,he was about to take the items.
He was surprised.Wondering what could it be?What will this woman say,the one who nearly bought all of his eucalyptus stock.
blue lights.
She placed it on the counter and looked at him with a straight face.
It took a while before he finally got what she meant.
"Mana fireflies aren't that hard to obtain."
get her to talk!
She sighed,a very heavy one.Her reaction amused him.So this woman is "capable" of emotions.
counter.
He blinked several times looking at her,for once that smile dropped.She realized how desperate and ridiculous she is but it can't be helped.She had long swallowed her pride anyway.
into her eyes.
He gestured around him with his hand.
"Missy,as you can see I own an apothecary.I don't have problems keeping up with the economy."
"What is it?"
He knelt and opened one of the shelves in his counter then brought out a large book.He opened it and licked his fingertip then turned its sepia pages.
She raised her eyebrow.
She nodded.
"Oh,eager are we,missy~"
"Take the meat,I have enough already.I will take the mana fireflies though."
"Even a tiny light can make things less bleak,no?"
He heard bells ringing and the door closing,she left without listening to his quote.Now,he was offended.What a peculiar traveler.
The woman behind the desk was surprised to see her,that was understandable since hunting wasn't successful these days.Nevertheless,she was still relieved.A single client can bring two more,no?It doesn't hurt to be optimistic.
"I would like to rent traps."
There goes my paycheck,she thought.
Did she just heard that right?A shadow fiend.That could help the bestiary a ton!
She has to tell her boss about this!
But why was she walking to the forest alongside the bestiary's vice owner?She insisted that she can handle her own but the vice owner upon learning about the fiend was even more insistent.
The vice owner pulling the cart of traps,noticed a few things from their client,aside from obvious details like her gigantic bag.He wanted to confirm his suspicions.
She felt her heart stopped briefly.
"Used to."
She reluctantly answered."Oh?You aren't the first to hunt down psuedo spiritual creatures and most of them,no,all of them are demon hunters working for the Church."
"Keeran?"
She asked."The apothecary.I guess those eucalyptus stalks are for the fiend.You know,he's so curious about what you're doing with it and that is all he can talk about!"
He chuckled.
There's a spark of curiosity in his eyes,he again turned to her.
"By the way,have you met the Chosen One?""No."
They continued to trudge deeper in the forest until she recognized the mound where she drew the circle in the beginning.She took a net and told the vice owner which trap he should unload and where her cave was.
"Yeah."
"Fiends?"
She asked confused."Well,they hunt in packs,right?"
"You do know what a shadow fiend is?"
He asked again."Yeah,there's only one."
She answered."That's...uncommon but not impossible."
He said.She turned around and started walking away.
"Somewhere."
The sun lowered a bit,casting shadows tilting on the west.Leaping branch by branch,someone as silent and swift akin to a jungle cat.He landed on the grass making only a rustle,not even a thud.
He struggled,trying to make himself comfortable.It was the least he can do and he didn't bring his daggers with him.
A woman covered in white with striking purple eyes was standing a couple of meters away.Her expression,unreadable.
"Um,hey miss,could you please..."
"...lend me a hand..."
This isn't how he had imagined their encounter would be.
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