Chapter 12: Ihan Was Relegated (1)
As memories of the previous day resurfaced, Ehan felt his mind, once cleared through training, becoming clouded once again.
Desire.
His body yearned for that feeling once more, consumed by the desire to relive the experience. Unfortunately...
[It’s called artificial ‘Ambrosia.’ In ancient times, it was a legendary elixir said to cure all curses and diseases. Recently, the recipe was recovered, and the royal family has started manufacturing it. The ingredients used are all rare enough that only the royal family can obtain them. The creation of the final product is something only royal apothecaries can accomplish. And I, myself, am the primary investor and overseer of its restoration. If you follow my instructions, I promise that when the final Ambrosia is completed, you’ll be the first to receive it. Think of it as a gift from an elder sister to her younger brother. You needn’t refuse, hoho.]
There was no way that witch would just give something like that so easily.
‘That damned woman, she played me well.’
Ambrosia. The name of the liquid he had consumed the day before. It was merely an unfinished version, with only 1% of the efficacy of the completed product. And yet, even with that 1%, Ehan had witnessed a miracle.
He had seen the recovery of what he had long considered a permanent impairment.
“Huuu...”
Having given up hope for so long, the sudden rekindling of possibility was enough to ignite all his desires. Ehan had to take a moment to close his eyes, meditating to calm his racing thoughts.
...If he didn’t quell the bubbling anger from his past, he felt like he might explode.
‘Those bastards...!’