The Forgotten Home Apothecary Book の小説・ストーリー

28 Sienna. There’s a rhythm to the apothecary I like best in the early hours. There were no customers, no clinking of bottles or awkward small talk. Nothing but the creak of floorboards and the quiet pulse of herbs straining through cheesecloth. Peace. Until recently, that peace had been dependable and predictable. Now it’s cracked.

Today, I wasn’t looking for leads to Darius and his family, but rather into a glimpse of the past. This store had been around a long time, even before the current apothecary took over. And I knew they had always kept meticulous records. They had to by law, to keep track of the poison. Maybe it was a long shot to think I’d find something here. After all, there were a few apothecaries across the kingdom that could have provided the poison that potentially killed Lena. But if it was here. If it was this one. I was going to know about it.

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

Anastasia said while looking at Selena in confusion. It has happened before. Anastasia's brain works weirdly. It makes her forget the moments which she doesn't want to remember. Like if she is eating five fruits together and doesn't like one fruit, after one nap or something, she forgets eating that fruit but remembers about eating the other four. That's how it works for her. Her brain makes her remember the situation which she imagined.

Not only can I see your problem, but I can treat your condition too. Philip looked at Preston meaningfully. “If I’m right about it, give me my money back.” Philip was so certain about this because the golden medical book in Verge Tower inside his thought consciousness said so! This medical book was a treasure! It contained records and treatments for complex diseases and also methods for concocting potions and medicines! Philip did not have the opportunity to study it carefully when he was on the land of the other shore before. Now, it seemed that it was necessary to read all the books in Verge Tower.

There was a large table in the center of the room, with a cloth spread out and several jars of different liquids arranged neatly. Derek moved towards the table and saw an open book placed on it. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and descriptions of different plants and their properties. The ink on the pages had begun to fade, and some pages were torn at the edges. Derek picked up the book and flipped through it, trying to find something that could be of use to him. As he read through the book, he noticed the apothecary had made notes in the margins, detailing the combinations of herbs and roots he used to create different potions. Some of the ingredients listed were rare and hard

Walking into the apothecary was like stepping back in time or into a fantasy book. The clock was made of wood and counted time in Roman figures. The walls were made of grey stones and there were candles everywhere, no hint of electricity or any technology in sight. I saw different bottles and pots as well as old books and a few herbs. The space was cluttered and dim. A tall, pale brunette stood behind the counter, brooms that looked like something witches used to fly was against the wall. “Hello.” Her voice was crisp and polite, about as inviting as a glacier.

“Okay, more later. Let’s take care of business.” Thea checked in on everyone and everything she’d forgotten about since losing her memory. She made sure everyone had what they needed. She hoped if she got back into her old routines, she might start to feel like her old self again. Last, she stopped by the apothecary to ask him if he was comfortable sharing his work with Blood Moon.