After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 117
Chapter 117: Various Experiments
After spending another passionate night with Clara, it was time for a leisurely sleep. Knowing her lack of basic stamina from the first day, I didn’t push her until the date changed.
“Clara… no, Claudia, your potion-making skills were truly amazing. With such power, you could save many capable people from despair.”
“Hehe, when it’s just the two of us, Clara is fine. I felt so happy to see the results of my hard work… but this is all thanks to the infinite magic power granted by Lord Lutz. Once I return to the capital away from Lutz, I’ll be back to being a useless Class C magician, and that’s heartbreaking.”
While she offered a gentle smile, the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, showing a hint of sadness. Yeah, if you taste the joy of wielding power to its fullest, the sorrow when you lose that ability would be even deeper. But I won’t let her experience such sadness.
“Don’t worry, Clara. You will continue to be a great gold attribute magician. That’s why we’re working hard on making babies.”
My words made her blush all the way to her ears. She must have recalled the things we were doing just a moment ago.
“L-Lutz is mean… but what does making babies have to do with my magic?”
“Haven’t you heard from Beato? If I impregnate you, a child with high magical power will be conceived, and you’ll be able to use that child’s magic power. And while the child is in your womb, your own magical power will increase, allowing you to maintain high magical power even after giving birth.”
“I-Is that… so…”
So, because Clara knew about my mobile battery ability, I thought she already knew about this, but it turns out Beato didn’t tell her. Whether she’s confused by the unexpected topic or just embarrassed by the topic of making babies, Clara, who’s burying her face in the bedding in front of me, despite being much older, looks quite cute.
“What’s wrong, Clara?”
“…”
“Clara?”
Suddenly, she lifted her face. There was no longer any confusion or sorrow in her expression, only hope for a youthful future.
“In that case, I must work harder to conceive Lord Lutz’s child. Haha!”
Startled by her sudden bright smile, I inadvertently hugged her… Maybe I should refrain from what I was planning to do for the second time; it seems I still lack practice.
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From the next day on, we continued experiments to expand her magical potential. Some were successful, while others were not, but overall, the more she tried, the more we could feel her excellent magical control.
Alchemy is like a chemical experiment, so it goes well with the knowledge of 21st-century Japan. However, since I wasn’t so diligent in studying chemistry, I was no good with synthesis or reactions. Instead, I taught Clara about the effective ingredients in natural substances, and she extracted them with magic… that’s the joint experiment we earnestly tried.
What I hoped for most was ordinary medicine that ordinary people could use. While she could produce high-quality potions as a pharmacist, such small-scale production of luxury items could only benefit a few nobles or wealthy merchants. I thought if we could make medicine affordable to the masses, Clara could proudly claim to be “magic for the people.”
The first thing that came to mind was penicillin, the king of antibiotics. The story of a doctor who time-traveled to the Edo period and made penicillin from mold to save the people of Edo was well-known. I tried to gather and extract effective ingredients from common mold by multiplying it with magic using about ten wood attribute magicians… but it didn’t work out.
“I guess it’s not as easy as in manga…”
“What’s manga?”
Oops, Clara looked at me with a puzzled expression. Manga is… well, I often read stories about a doctor who time-traveled to the Edo period and made penicillin from mold to save the people of Edo at my favorite ramen shop. But I can’t let her know I’m from another world.
While we failed with the king of antibiotics, penicillin, there were successes. One of them was wood creosote.
In the Baden territory, charcoal production is currently underway, and we’re using the smoke for something. By bending the chimney from the charcoal kiln sideways and cooling it down, a thick, dark brown liquid called wood vinegar trickles out. We call it wood vinegar. We collect a whole barrel of this liquid and give her a task.
“Clara, what kind of smell do you sense?”
“It has a strong sour smell, but there’s also something fragrant about it.”
“Can you separate only that ‘fragrance’ and put it into this bottle?”
Even to my quite unreasonable request, she obediently nods and begins to concentrate with her eyes closed. She doesn’t doubt my words at all, just focusing on realizing them. Her appearance is pure innocence, emitting an indescribable pure charm. It makes me feel a little naughty, but… not now, not now.