Chapter 22 – Chapter 22 – Flower Language of Roses (4)

Potty’s special room was right next to Sharpie’s special room.
That is, the second room from the left.
That place with the door slightly open now is the room Potty got because of her pregnancy.

“It smells unique here too. It smells slightly nasty, and it also smells like fragrant flowers.”

Sylnia, who is slowly becoming a talking smell detector, said just before arriving.
When everyone quickly arrived at the door, the hero did not open the door this time, but Potty slowly opened it.

In silence, the party watched what kind of scenery unfolded behind the door.

“This is a lab…”

Potty murmured with a calm expression.
According to her words, there are complicated experiment tools and many books.
Various plants planted in pots and well-packaged alchemy materials were piled up.

“Awesome.”

Even the hero, who always responded flatly, exclaimed in admiration for its complexity and scale.

“It’s just like the place the wizard asked me to be.”

At the hero’s words, Potty slowly stepped forward.

“This is more amazing than most wizards in the kingdom.”

The saintess also admired it and headed to the bookshelf full of books.

Hernan did not go to a place that aroused his interest like the hero or the saint.
Instead, he thought about her wish as he followed Potty as she looked around in silence.

The request that Forty, who joined the party, asked the hero was his personal magic lab.
I also remember the hero asking if he was satisfied with just that much.

“Plant!”

The elf, who was following Potty, found the flowers planted in pots and hurried forward.
When the elf disappeared, the demon king filled the place.

“Do you like it? It is a gift prepared for you by the demon god.”

Sharpie caught up next to Potty, congratulated him on this and that, and admired the facilities.
However, Potty was just a calm expression without much inspiration.

That calm expression.

Hernan recalled Potty, who was telling the hero about his wish.
Forti glanced at herself, saying that she was satisfied with that even when the hero asked again.

The expression on his face now was the expression on his face then.
A face that seems to have no interest in the lab…

Hernan and Sharpie, who followed Potty with such a look on their faces, arrived at the desk in the center of the room.
A variety of writing instruments were lined up on it.

“Looks like you can light a fire.”

Sharpie pointed to a heating device fixed on the desk.
The heater seemed to be fueled through iron pipes drilled through the floor.

“Aren’t you going to come to the kitchen later?”

Sharpie turned the lights on and off, examining the heater.

“Kitchen? The meal comes out on its own anyway.”

Hernán mingled with Shafi’s conversation while Potty looked over the desk.

“But I heard that babies need to eat baby food when they are weaned?”

“Are you worried about that already?”

Hernan thought that the desk with a heating device seemed familiar to him.

“Time is running out! And if there is a kitchen, I will be naked and only wear an apron…”

“Let’s try writing a wish ticket later.”

A wish to add facilities might be possible, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing to try.

It didn’t seem very suitable for cooking with the heating system here, and Potty himself might be reluctant to do other work in the lab.

“Then, has my wish ticket been used?”

“I’m thinking about it, but it hasn’t been decided yet.”

It was when Hernán was passing the conversation moderately, paying attention to whether the hero might see the conversation between himself and Sharpie.

Potty, who had been concentrating on quietly examining the desk, suddenly approached Hernán.

“Hernan. Don’t you remember this desk?”

As the sharpie forty approached, she immediately fell back.

“Well? I’m used to it.”

Hernan forcibly looked at the desk, feeling that his gaze kept going to Potty’s pregnant belly.

It was a large desk that looked a little older than the rest of the furniture, except for the heating unit, which appeared to have been recently installed.
The only peculiar thing was that the edges were sparsely discolored to black.

“Is it on fire?”

When Hernán spat out those words, Potty suddenly pulled the chair away from the desk.
As Hernan watched the action without knowing why, Potty went under it.

It was only then that Hernán realized the identity of this deja vu, and recalled his memories of rescuing Potty.

Carine was setting fire to the corpses of previously disposed of subjects before they even arrived.
On the other hand, Hernán was looking around the lab more to see if he had anything to pack.

When Karine shouted for her to leave as the fire was starting in earnest, Hernán arrived at her desk.

A desk used by the alchemist who was the owner of this lab.
I shook my head thinking that there might be something else.

And there was a woman wrapped in a robe all over her body.

A scene similar to that time unfolded in front of Hernan’s eyes, who had returned from short memories.
Potty was crouched under the desk with his head wrapped around him like a frightened animal.

She stared at herself and held out her hand.

After Hernán looked at him for a moment, she grabbed his hand and pulled him.
Unlike then, Potty had his rabbit ears and tail exposed, and he was also smiling.

Forti, who had escaped from under her desk, said without trembling.

“You saved me again.”

“Forties…”

Hernán held her hand and couldn’t continue her words.

“You saved two people this time.”

Potty’s hand, which was not holding Hernán’s, went up on the boat where his child was seated.

The laboratory Potty requested from the hero.
That’s probably not what you really want.
For her, her laboratory must have been a prison where she was confined most of her life.

Seeing that he wasn’t very impressed with the well-decorated laboratory, he must be right.

Then why did she stay and follow the warrior party until the end?
Even though at the time of the hero’s rescue, she said that she would introduce someone to a nearby city so that she could establish a living base.

Hernan, lost in her thoughts, said nothing even though she held her hand for a long time.
Then Potty spoke out with her cheeks blushing.

“Do you like it? Ma, aren’t there fewer things to play than the Demon King’s special room?”

Potty, who had turned back into a timid rabbit before he knew it, tried to let go of her hand as if he was ashamed.
Hernán might be watching her warrior, but she took the hand back and opened her mouth.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

* * *

Fortunately, while Hernán and Poty were spending time, the hero was spending time with her saintess looking at books.

Hernan was relieved by that fact and followed Potty around looking around.

“Flowers, it’s been a while…”

“Me too…”

As Sylnia and Sharpie were thrilled and smelled the scent of the potted flowers, Potty arrived too.

Sharpie pointed to one of the flower pots as Potty came toward him.

“Look at that. Didn’t those roses bloom so pretty?”

Potty looked at the rose pointed by the devil’s finger, and his eyes widened.

“Be careful, Potty.”

Hernan noticed Potty reaching for the rose pot and warned her.
But she didn’t care about the thorns and plucked one out.

“Eh, Hernan.”

Potty pricked his hand with a thorn and held the rose in his hand, which was still blooming red.
Embarrassed, she handed Hernan a red rose.

“Can you accept this… ?”

Hernan carefully held the red rose in his hand.
As she herself knows, the flower language of a red rose is…

“I love you.”

The warrior approaching from behind spoke quietly.

“Isn’t it Hernan?”

Hernán’s lover held out her hand, keeping her cold yet warm eyes open.

The pregnant Potty took a step back with a slightly frightened look on her face.
Hernan looked at her carine and finally opened her mouth.

“Carine, this is…”

“Am I the only one who can give you that red rose? And vice versa.”

That’s right.
She herself… Because he is Carine’s lover.

And for now, let’s not go against our lover’s planting.
That side of her is also right for pregnant Potty.

When Hernan passed her red rose into her lover’s hand, Karine held it in her hand with satisfaction.
Unlike Potty, no blood flowed from her hands.

Relieved, Hernán turned her head back toward her potty.
She just needs to comfort her if she’s scared.
Even the hero would probably pass it off as Potty, who didn’t know anything, did it by mistake.

But when Hernán saw her potty figure, that thought was completely blown away.

She was plucking a rose again.

Hernan forgot she was even breathing.
I earnestly prayed to the gods that Poti would not provoke the warrior any more.

Of course, this was a place where no gods except the demons answered.

This time, not being pricked by the thorns of her rose, Potty dipped her rose in the ink on her desk and pulled it out.
The rose soon turns black and the previous red color has completely disappeared.

The black rose was once again handed over to Hernán.

“You are mine forever.”

Sharpie, who was watching from her side, muttered so that everyone could hear it, and her eyes lit up.
The warrior who twitched his eyebrows at those words also made her eyes shine.

Hernán held the rose in her suffocating air and closed her mouth.
Because all the words of this place were contained in her own rose.

Carine held out her hand.
The red rose disappeared into her arms before she knew it.

The saintess and the elf, who had been touring the facility from afar, read the unusual atmosphere here and approached.

This is where everyone gathers.
Carine was shouting with her eyes that she should completely surrender to herself what Poti had conveyed with her black rose.

Hernán wondered why the timid and cowardly Poti had acted so recklessly.

The hero will now be extremely wary of Potty, who openly confessed her love to her lover, Hernan.

Just like last time, there are so many ways for the hero to pressure the wizard.
She is above Forty in her physical abilities, power and even in her relationships with her loved ones.

Hernan eventually gave the black rose to Carine.

She loves Carine, but she doesn’t want to put Potty, who is pregnant with her child, into more danger.
Already Potty took too many risks today.

“Congratulations…”

Potty just nodded.
The hero looked at the rabbit ears shaking ridiculously along his lowered head and then left.

As she left, black ink flowed from her hand, as if it were bleeding from being pricked by her rose.

“Hey, Hernan!”

Silnia, who had been watching quietly, approached Hernán.
Hernán held back her legs and leaned against the wall.

“Why?”

Silnia looked around at her, not like a woman who just spit out anything.
There was no one around Elf and Hernán.

When the Sharpie made a fuss about her, saying that Poti’s hand was bleeding, it was because her saintess was stopping the bleeding.
Silnia stopped looking around and she started asking questions.

“Why did you give that black rose to your lover?”

“Then should I give it to you?”

“Even if you give it to me, there is no meaning in the first place.”

Seeing that she was angry at her own harsh answer, the elf seemed to be cheered up by seeing her living plant.

“That black rose is given only to lovers who break up.”

“What?”

Silnia asked if she didn’t know, then she explained.

“You have a bad flower language.”

“The flower language of the black rose is, aren’t you mine forever?”

Of course, that didn’t mean a very good thing either.
However, as Silnia explained, it was not meant to be conveyed to a parting lover.

“Do humans write like that? In the forest where I lived, the flower language of the black rose is curse, death and…”

Hernán looked at her Potty with her eyes wide open.
Coincidentally, she also looked at Hernan.

Potty was silent and looked at Carine, who left after looking at herself.

Hernan, who looked at Potty blankly, could hear the elf’s meaning in his ears.

“Farewell. My last words to my original lover.”