Apothecary Diaries Light Novel English の小説・ストーリー

Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

I managed to break a bit to the surface even though I came from a poor family. ~~~~~~~~~ Miyuki put down the pen and closed the diary, then hiding it in the lockable drawer, locked with a key she always had with her, hung on a silver chain, right next to the cross with Jesus and the medallion with the image of the Virgin Mary. She put the candle, which had been standing on the desk so far, on the bedside table. Out of a childhood habit, Miyuki used candles to save electricity, and besides, she always associated candlelight with safety. Miyuki had left it lit overnight, because she still couldn't fall asleep in complete darkness, especially now that grandma died and she was completely alone i

August arrives at the empress chamber's front door and asks Betty, the empress's personal maid, if the Empress is already sleeping. "Your Majesty, the empress is not yet asleep; instead, she requests books to read." "I see..." August said as he entered the room. He notices how dark the room is, and the single candle that is lit is near to the king size bed. "Are those some books that I requested?" "This story book is kind of interesting," Valerie continued as she waits for Betty's response, which she expects to be Betty. “Betty?” she called, noticing she hadn't gotten an answer in a minute.

Dahil ako lang ang nakakalam na ito’y diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Kahit alam ko na it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restraint myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. “Yes, sir.” Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. “I don’t have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I’ll sell it you in 5 Nars.”

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.

He spoke with quiet conviction, then turned to take his leave, but not before casting a fleeting glance at Ragaleon. The Apothecarium smelled sharply of herbs and smoke, a pungent, earthy scent that clung to every corner. Shelves lined the walls, sagging slightly under the weight of glass bottles and jars, each filled with liquids of every imaginable hue—murky greys, deep ambers, and translucent greens that seemed to glow faintly in the candlelight. In the center of the room, a large cauldron simmered over a bed of smoldering charcoal, bubbles rising and bursting in the thick, dark herbal mixture. Wisps of steam curled upward, carrying the bitter aroma of roots, dried leaves, and crushed bar

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Then I found it. One folder. Marked with my father’s blood seal. I broke it open, my heart already hammering. Inside: a physician’s report. Dated six weeks before my parents were attacked. Hidden. Buried. Patient: Lord Alaric. Symptoms: sudden and persistent fatigue, internal inflammation, signs of slow-acting neurotoxin. My vision blurred for a moment. Neurotoxin. Poison. There was more. A copy of a transaction record—an unauthorized shipment of rare herbal compounds traced to a private apothecary in North Dominion territory.