Today, I decided to leave the lab with the bitter potion I could make.
Then I went to my mother, who seems to be in the living room.
"Mother."
She went to her mother, who was sitting on the terrace in the living room, and asked her, "Do you have something to tell her and her father?" Then, that evening, when your father came home from work, he made time for me.
"So, what are you telling me in private?
I sat down and talked to my father, his mother and the three of them on the couch in his office.
I show you the glass bottle I was holding in my hand.
"This is a potion I made. Quality is normal, but bitter."
Father and mother meet face to face.
"Did you drink it yourself to make sure?
Your father asks me.
I sift and shake my head to deny.
"Then how do you know it's bitter with regular potions?
Your mother will ask you a question.
"If I had lots of opponents for flowers, I would have acquired the skill of [appraisal]. So if you look at it, you know what it's like."
"Eh!
My father and mother looked at each other again in surprise.
"I kept it a secret thinking that people would hate me because I would be able to [appraise] people. But if you don't want to see it, you won't."
"Well, will you look at my father for me?
That's what they said, so I stood still to see your father.
... oh, is there a little more items?
[Henry von Presleria]
Vicomte
Health: 550/550
Magic: 1360/1360
Profession: Mage Guild/Deputy Mage Head
Skills: Fire Magic (8/10), Wind Magic (7/10), Earth Magic (6/10), Magic Resistance (5/10)
Reward: None
"It feels like..."
As your father told me, I read your father's appraisal results.
"... there are also attributes that can be used. Plus, I don't know about magic immunity. Do you really see it....."
Your father is roaring with his mouth shut.
My mother also put her hands on her cheeks and thought.
"It would be better not to make a public statement. I'm still young, and it's hard to be kidnapped for that skill."
"Well, you should only tell someone you can trust."
But, your father says, grab my shoulder gently.
"It's a wonderful skill that heaven gave me. There's nothing to be proud of, but there's nothing to be ashamed of."
I smiled when my father affirmed me. And nodded loudly.
At that time, two older oniisama Rams came home crying loudly.
"What's going on?
And the three of them looked face to face, and moved unto the LORD of voice.
Oniisama was escorted by a maid and was in the living room.
Everything, after getting off the carriage, stumbled and fell.
It seems that the maid washed it with her hands, but it seems that her knees and palms that were scratched severely hurt.
"... do you want to use Daisy's potion? It doesn't hurt enough to use potions, but it seems painful...."
My mother asked my father.
"... if Daisy's abilities are real, it's just bitter, so it shouldn't be a problem for external use."
Yeah, and your father nods.
"Daisy, can I have your potion for Ramses?
I nodded, "Yeah," and gave the potion bottle I was holding to your father.
Your father opens the lid of the bottle and first puts it on his scratched knee. Then, in no time, my knees became clean.
Next, shake one more hand on the palm of the person who fell. Then, the injury disappeared as if nothing had happened to me.
"Oh, my God, this is amazing! What do you mean Daisy's potion?
Oniisama, who was crying, blinked her eyes.
Both the parents who tried it and the maid who was taking care of Ramses were surprised.
"This is Daisy's first potion."
Father answered Ramses with a lid on the bottle.
"Can you make potions even though you're smaller than me? I can't use healing magic! It's amazing how you can heal an injury!
Oniisama was so excited that she stared at me with the sparkling eyes that still remained after tears.
... but...
"Wow, it's bitter!
Lick your potioned palm, creating a magnificent wrinkle between your eyebrows.
"If that's the case, I'll never drink it when I'm sick! By then, fix the bitterness!
That's why I ran to the kitchen for water.
"Whoa, whoa. Looks like you got an order."
Father, mother, maid, and I are all laughing at Ramses' rhetoric.
Seeing that there was still a little left in the bottle, his father looked at the maid's fingertips.
"My hands are rough and cut. I'm sorry about the rest, but please use it."
That said, the maid handed over the rest of the potion on the spot to the frightening maid. Then, after the crack healed and gladly looked at the beautiful hand, he said, "Thank you very much" and returned the empty bottle to me.
And after that, your father gave me ten pieces of bronze, saying it was for the potion. I was kind of happy about my first job and decided to leave the coin in my room's chest.