Chapter 18: No Way to Refuse
Ambrose stared at Isabel, deadpan. The question she'd just asked was so ridiculous he couldn't even be bothered to respond. "Are you so tired that your brain's gone soft? Go get some rest. Shoo."
With that blunt dismissal, he turned on his heel and left the workshop.
Humans really were too fragile. Just a few extra nights of work and they'd suddenly start to hallucinate.
Isabel stood watching his retreating back, completely baffled by his sudden irritation.
"I must've touched a nerve… Of course. To someone like him, being reminded he's a ghost must be painful. A young genius alchemist, now trapped as a wandering spirit in this old castle… What a tragic story. I'm such an idiot for asking that."
She clasped her hands together, her expression softening. "Still… even though he was angry, he still continued to worry about me. How gentle…
Her heart warmed. There really were kind undead in this world. She silently swore never to bring up anything related to the undead again.
That night, Ambrose left the castle under the cover of darkness.
Finding slimes turned out to be far harder than expected. They were one of the weakest magical creatures in existence, and their sheer weakness made them particularly difficult to locate.