After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 118
Chapter 118: Is This the Real Deal?
Clara’s magic is completely incantation-free… It seems that many gold attribute magic users don’t need incantations. But still, the face of a woman concentrating on something is charming, isn’t it?
As I was pondering such trivial matters, I noticed that the glass bottle I had placed nearby was slowly filling up with a pale yellow liquid. Before I knew it, it had accumulated to about two wine bottles’ worth. This clear lemon-colored liquid, extracted from such murky wood vinegar, is truly amazing.
“Phew… Is this okay?”
“Yes, Claudia, it’s wonderful. This is what I wanted, wood creosote.”
“Wood…?”
Yes, that’s what I wanted. If you bring your nose close to the bottle’s mouth, you’ll smell a medicine… No, let’s be clear, it smells like the strongest stomach ache medicine from the Showa era, San***maru.
“Please call the pharmacist.”
I soon asked the specialist pharmacist who arrived.
“Mix this with the usual herbal powder for stomach aches and make pills out of it. It should work well when someone eats something bad or gets food poisoning.”
The pharmacist looked puzzled, but being a professional, she quickly mixed several types of herbs and created pills with wood creosote.
“Will this really work for stomachaches?”
“It should. Let me try…”
“No, no, no!”
I was unanimously stopped, so reluctantly, I handed the pills to the appraisal sister. She chanted a short spell and immediately widened her eyes.
“This is medicine for diarrhea. And there don’t seem to be any side effects. It may not have the instant healing power like potions or healing magic, but it definitely has the power to alleviate symptoms.”
“This means we can make it cheaply and in large quantities, right? Ordinary people can’t afford expensive potions for just a stomachache, so I wanted a reasonably priced medicine.”
Upon hearing my words, Clara’s expression changed to surprise.
“My power can help many people?”
“Yes, that’s right. Your power can improve the lives of many nameless people.”
“What a wonderful thing…”
“Don’t get too excited yet. This is something only you, Claudia, can do for now. So, with all the wood vinegar we have, you’ll do all of this, won’t you?”
“Yes, gladly! I’ll do ten barrels, twenty barrels, no, a hundred barrels if needed!”
With Clara’s enthusiasm, however, we didn’t have that much raw material…
After that, Clara poured plenty of magic into about ten barrels of wood vinegar, and the pharmacist made a large amount of wood creosote. Just one look at its high-quality, pure extraction was enough to tell. With this, the Baden territory shouldn’t have any trouble with stomach ache medicine for a while.
And then there was the surplus “pseudo-San***maru” that I thought we had, but it turns out there were a lot of people in Stuttgart who drank contaminated water and got sick. So we ended up donating about three hundred tablets… and after half a day, many people had recovered. Truly, it’s the king of stomachache medicine. The residents bowed deeply in gratitude, and Clara seemed teary-eyed too. She must have wanted to experience the joy of her magic being appreciated, even though she couldn’t.
And they left a lot of wine as thanks, saying it was a token of appreciation. Of course, we must graciously accept the residents’ heartfelt gesture. We had a slightly meatier dinner and joked around at the table in the garden, turning it into a party for the leaders of Baden.
“Hmm, so Cl… no, Lady Claudia can do such amazing things now.”
The naturally flowing strawberry blonde-haired childhood friend, while biting into a skewer of orc meat, marvels at Clara’s experiments. While Gretel, who can freely manipulate body enhancement, lightning strikes, and even healing magic, is more impressive in our opinion, she genuinely respects and admires this princess who can master precise magic that she herself cannot do. This mentality seems to be typical of the Belzenbrücke nobility, who all seem like magic geeks.
“But that’s not just your power.”
Clara says this, meaningfully glancing in my direction. Her eyes soften… Her brown eyes are filled with the purest light. Despite being almost ten years older, this feeling of being relied upon is quite something. As a Showa-era guy, this kind of thing makes me happy, you know?
Even as we relax like this, she continues practicing extracting only the alcohol from her wine. Despite being handicapped by her lack of magic power, Clara has tirelessly trained her magic control to a level that is impossible for ordinary people. I don’t dislike such earnest women. No, to be honest, I quite like them.
Lost in thought, I must have been smiling knowingly. I suddenly feel Gretel’s gaze, sharp as a laser beam, piercing through me… I involuntarily tense up and break into a cold sweat.
“Sigh… I guess there’s no choice but to give up, huh…”
Gretel sighs deeply, relaxing her gaze… Am I really such a bad guy?