I Reincarnated as a Losing Heroine, the Hero’s Childhood Friend Who Lost to the Main Heroine, so I Switched Jobs to Alchemist

Apprenticeship to Obaba, a connoisseur living off the village, for six months. I was one and nine years old.

Knowledge is gaining ground well. On the contrary, my speed of swallowing was surprising, Obaba - as was your master.

Once I read the literature on medicinal herbs, I could understand and recite their contents as if they were burning to memory. As strange as I am, I boasted an amazing memory when it comes to the knowledge a conditioner needs. But only for the "knowledge the chef needs."

I tried to get my hands on other areas - that's, magic, etc. - with how fast I swallowed, how I might be a genius, etc. But literature in other areas also takes a lot of time to read one page, and even if I read it, my eyes slip and the content doesn't come into my head properly.

"You're a strange girl."

When it was, my master laughed with great pleasure when he looked at me turning his eyes in front of the magical literature. Besides, with a slightly dissatisfied look on my face, the master laughed again and then said this to me in a very soft voice.

"You may have been born with a mission to be a conditioner. You're talented. It's not a very happy thing to see talent. '

Master looking down at me with a merciful look.

I had doubts about my puzzling memory, but that question blew up in the words of my master. Some “I” calmly thought it would be okay to clean it up in a nutshell. It was simply a pleasure to be praised for his talent by his master, a former cook who worked for the royal castle. And the words, above all, led to my confidence.

- I chose the best path. Let him leave this village and live as a cook.

"- Ulla, laura!

If I had formulated it in my head with an alternating glance at the literature, the medicinal herbs - yet, I have never actually been allowed to formulate them - my master called me from the back. He rises up in a hurry and turns to those who speak.

"Master, what is it?

"Oh, Laura, there you are. I need you to pick some herbs for me."

Perali and one sheet, your master gives me paper. The medicinal herbs that were written there looked familiar. It is commonly used for pain relief.

"Master, is something wrong?

"Not me. Wow! The familiar one has been crying lately when his back hurts."

"Ha... then I'll pick it"

This herb is often picked by your master. People in Emme's villages are also in demand for pain medication. The ageing of the inhabitants, accompanied by small villages, is also remarkable in this village.

The herd is right near your master's house. It grows blue a little further into the woods.

"Laura, wait, wait."

Master grabbing my roots trying to leave right away. Looking back at what was going on, the smiling master's face was right there.

It's obviously a face that's up to something. We've only been dating for six months, but I don't remember much better for my master when he looks like this.

"It would be dangerous on its own. Speak up to the knight."

"Dear Knight...?

I felt a tingle and a bad feeling on my skin. There's a chill running down my spine.

Dear knight, what.

My master pointed behind my back without words. I look back slowly, slowly, as I am guided by that finger. There,

"Le, lukersch"

Recently, a child tame stood on his ninth birthday.

From the look and words of your master, I was guessing who the knight was. But just because I was guessing, doesn't mean I'm not surprised.

The distance from Lukersch had been a little, but surely far away, since his apprenticeship to his master.

I go to my master on a regular basis, so I can't get enough time to play. And even when I have time, I try to speak to Petra and the others as much as possible to deepen my friendship.

At first it was Lukersch who didn't ask me to give him a lift to his master's house, but he shunned from me because he was sorry every day. However, there were several times when I tried to leave the house, Lukersch was visiting me and sending me straight away, or when I tried to get home from my master's house, Lukersch was waiting outside and I was going straight home with him - and so on.

In the last six months, I have not only studied chefs, but have steadily expanded my distance from Lukersch.

"I'm sorry you had to come all this way."

"No, because I wanted to see Laura hanging in there, too."

Lukersch responds to his sneering master. I don't think the two of them are in my eyes, having been hardened by the advent of accidental childhood tampering.

"Nice to meet you."

Niyake also appears in your voice, Master.

Though poisoned in my heart, I follow the mountain hut with Lukersch.

Going with Lukersch to pick up the herbs isn't the problem. The look on your master's face and the word "knight" is the problem.

Maybe your master, just like the people in Emme's village - no, more than that, is mistaken for me and Lukersch. That, too, seems like fun to see how we are.

Sure enough, Lukersch was greeting his master every time he sent me and picked me up. I watched that as I thought it was "courteous" and so on - but Lukersch, who came all the way to pick me up, seemed like a "knight" to my master's eyes.

Hold your head in your heart.

An unexpected ambush appeared, thinking that he was doing well with both his cook studies and his thing with Lukersch. We need to work out measures early so your master won't be a matchmaker Obaba.

"Laura."

I thought this might be a knight in the hands offered even in a few steps.

"Thanks"

If you take that hand, knight who delightfully narrows his blue eyes - not the brave man of the future. The gold crest engraved on my left eye would only be my assumption, but it looked darker day by day.

There is no sin in Lukersch. It's an important childhood habit. But every time I look at that gold crest, it reminds me of the "Last Brave" ending. Trauma, not enough to call it, but it doesn't turn into bitter memories.

"Oh, there it is."

Find example herbs safely. Whenever it comes to picking it out quite often, it grows blue, but is this normal, or is it just around Emme's village? Perhaps this is the anomaly to see your master move all the way to this despicable village around.

Kneel in, picking preferentially from the damaged one with a little leaf tip. Even if the tip of the leaf is slightly damaged, it can be used near the center.

"What does this do?

"Does it help with pain relief? It's good for back pain and stuff."

Kneeling next to me, Lukersch also kneels, staring intriguingly at hand.

"Fun?"

"It's tough, but it's fun"

There was a natural grin on Lukersch's question.

Yes, studying a conditioner is quite enjoyable. I started out as a means to grasp the happiness of the future, but now the more excited I get to know the new herbs and formulas, and the sooner I actually want to combine them.

Both that and this is probably due to the memory of working unusually only with regard to the knowledge needed by the conditioner. It is not bitter at all to remember the types of medicinal herbs that are hundreds or the formulas in which the pattern is infinitely present. The literature I read once quickly burns to my memory and comes out instantly when I need it.

Sometimes I suspected my brain that it was too unnatural for boulders. Anyway, if memory is unusually good, I can't remember anything else at all. But this memory is definite - eventually, "I'm talented," he gave up thinking.

Put the picked herbs in a cage. I just loosened my hand to pick, which is going to be full.

"... you haven't called me Luca lately"

Suddenly, a dissatisfied voice came from next door.

My hands stop. Then I slowly look next door. Then there was Lukersch and his eyes staring at me with his knees. No heart, or that gaze seems to blame me.

I knew what Lukersch was going to say, so - as a means of keeping my distance, I stopped calling him by his nickname - I answered in a heartfelt hurry but with a smile.

"Really?

"That's right.... Lately, Petra and I seem to be getting along... and I promised to keep it, but I can't stay by my side."

That's what I want.

I can't tell a boulder that. But hearing such dissatisfaction from Lukersch's own mouth would have meant that the way I took my distance was not natural. Did you screw up?

Study the conditioner, make friends with Petra and the others, and distance yourself from Lukersch. I might have speeded up trying to do them all at once. One thing at a time, we should have done it for sure.

I utter words in my heart to try to fix this place up.

"You said you'd protect me, but I'm not being targeted by anyone, and I'm not going anywhere dangerous, am I? I've been extra careful since they attacked me."

Lukersch's gaze is diverted. I guess you can't find a good cut back on my words. At the end of the day, I dropped my gaze down, and I was depressed to see it.

Would it have been slightly less popular? Shin, my conscience hurts at how Lukersch looks like I hear a phonetic sound. At the same time I thought it was "cute".

This "cute" is close to it for younger boys, or more importantly, older away brothers. Again, due to the age difference with “me," Lukersch was now closer to his brother than to childhood taming.

Without knowing it, I get a grin. The words I uttered to follow had even softer sounds than I was aware of.

"So, yeah. I'm just glad to hear that. Thanks, Luca."

Luca. Next to the word, he raised his face with momentum. Tide your cheeks, you look surprised. Then bite your lower lip so that the angle of your mouth loosens for a moment.

Something like happy to be called Luca, but the dissatisfaction hasn't been resolved yet?

Staring alternately at the chewed lower lip and blue eyes. Then I smiled again - and then the look on Lukersch's face unraveled. Once you solve it, at the end of the day, you break your face as if you gave up.

"I knew you liked having Laura call you Luca."

- I looked at that delightful smile and “remembered." I look familiar to this Lukersch smile, narrowing my eyes to look at the dazzling one. I am, of course, “I” too.

The brave man of the future in memory and the childhood taming in front of him overlapped.

I like it when you call me Luca.

The brave man of the future was so close to smiling. It was not Laura who was at the end of that gaze, but the ancient breed of girl we met on our journey.