Chapter 17 – Another World Milf – General Store Arc (8)
18. Another World MILF – General Store Arc (8)
In this Kingdom of Glishen, Saturday and Sunday are public holidays.
That being said, most commoners either make a living through self-employment or by hunting monsters, so weekdays and weekends don’t really hold much meaning for them. Rather, on weekends, facilities like blacksmiths and general stores become busier than usual as adventurers prepare for their expeditions.
Cecilia was no exception. If this place were a bakery, it might have been the opposite, with fewer customers on weekends, at least that’s how it was when I worked part-time in the modern world.
Many adventurers visit this general store. In fact, the items are quite ordinary at first glance. They mainly deal with tools that aid in the convenience of adventuring. From simple torches to wound ointments, attachable pouches for clothing, temporary repair tools, and so on…
However, if there’s one thing that sets this place apart from others, it’s that they regularly supply [Low-Grade] healing potions here.
The lowest tier of potion is [Lowest-Grade]. When I was kicked out of the Rosichesta family, the Baroness took pity on me and gave me a Lowest-Grade healing potion. Even then, my whole body ached.
Lowest-Grade potions are used for first aid, and are most commonly used by low-ranking C-D class adventurers when they are injured and need to escape, or after a fight to recover.
These Lowest-Grade potions can be easily refined with the right materials, so some veterans who have been on the front lines know how to make them.
However, once you get to [Low-Grade], you need specialized basic knowledge for manufacturing, so it’s mainly mages or alchemists who are interested in this field that take charge of production.
In fact, most mages use production as a means to deepen their research, so it’s safe to say that alchemists contribute to over 90% of the actual production.
So, where does Cecilia, a mere general store owner, get her Low-Grade potions? The secret was quite simple.
She is friends with a nearby alchemist. When I asked Cecilia where she got the potions two days ago, she replied as such.
She buys materials cheaply from adventurers (especially spoils from monsters) and sends them to the alchemist. Then, the alchemist manufactures the potions in the expected quantity and sends them all back in bulk. Elina and Cecilia go to the alchemist’s house to exchange the goods.
I was curious how she made such an exclusive contract, and she said that they had a chance encounter in the past, and since that person was introverted and rarely went out, she made this proposal. Cecilia receives high-quality potions, and the reclusive alchemist can easily obtain materials without going out and focus solely on manufacturing… It’s a ‘win-win’ situation for both of them.
From what I heard, they sometimes send food or fruits together, so it seems they have a personal relationship as well.
Anyway… It seemed that the financial power to send a commoner’s daughter to an art academy and impulsively buy a bunch of clothes for me came from these Low-Grade potions.
Ah. I forgot one important thing, the reclusive alchemist is a woman.
That’s the most important thing.
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When Saturday morning came, I woke up earlier than usual, but Cecilia was nowhere to be found in the room.
Ah. Thinking back, she clearly said yesterday, ‘I won’t be here around dawn today, so don’t panic and play with Ellie.’ It seemed she had gone to the alchemist’s house to pick up the manufactured potions.
Today, the general store will be busy with customers. Cecilia will be busy too. There’s not much I can do to help right now, but my wounds are almost healed, so I should be able to move around properly by Monday. I also want to get some fresh air. My body is itching to move.
I got out of bed, took off my pajamas, and changed into comfortable indoor clothes.
Then, I went out to the living room and made eye contact with Ellie, who was rolling around on the sofa. She usually ties her hair in pigtails, but today, it was freely let down, as if she didn’t have any plans to go out.
Her orange hair, so similar to Cecilia’s, flowed freely.
When our eyes met, she smiled brightly at me. I looked at Ellie and greeted her as usual, using informal speech as she had requested.
“Ellie, did you sleep well?…”
“Ah, Raul, you’re awake? Hehe. I slept well. How about you, Raul?”
“Yeah… Me too… Um… Did Cecilia go to that… alchemist’s place?”
“Probably? She always goes to that older sister’s house on weekends to get potions. Oh, right, Raul. Mom said she made breakfast, so let’s eat together?”
“Okay, Ellie.”
I moved to the dining table with Ellie. I glanced at Ellie’s outfit as she got up from the sofa, and she was wearing the same dolphin shorts as always. The only slight change from a few days ago was that she was wearing a beige camisole, one size larger, that Cecilia had bought her out of kindness(?). Thanks to that, it wasn’t as tight around her chest as before.
What a pointless thing to do.
I sat at the table and ate bread and stew for a simple breakfast. While eating, Ellie, who was sitting across from me, chewed on her bread and stared at me intently before opening her mouth.
“Um… *gulp*. Raul, how are your wounds?”
“Uh… I think they’re almost healed. I might be able to help out at the store from Monday? Cecilia told me to rest until the end of this week…”
“Oh, really? Is there anywhere else that hurts?”
“No, I think I’m fine.”
“Is that so…”
Ellie put down the bread she was eating and looked at me with sparkling eyes, as if she had something in mind.
“Raul, do you have anything to do after breakfast?”
“Do I? I don’t think so…”
“Really? Then, you know…”
Ellie leaned forward slightly, bringing her face closer to mine. She looked at me with sparkling eyes, like a child who had thought of something fun, and opened her mouth.
“Then… after we finish eating, would you like to draw with me?”
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If I were to say, my drawing skills aren’t too bad. In fact, I’m quite good for an average person. Not comparable to those who go to art academies, though.
There was one reason why I could draw a little.
Because I copied drawings a lot when I was young. I did a lot of imitations on A4 paper, from cards in xx King to tanks and weapons. I copied them almost as if I was plotting xy coordinates, so the quality wasn’t too bad, and I was able to improve my drawing skills to some extent.
Well, who would be interested in such a story?
I slapped my cheeks lightly and decided to focus on my surroundings.
I was currently in Ellie’s room. The wallpaper and atmosphere were the same as Cecilia’s bedroom. There wasn’t much difference in appearance. I had expected a little more since it was a girl’s room, but it’s actually ridiculous to expect a cute interior like in the modern world.
The only difference was that the former had a subtle scent of cosmetics and a seductive perfume, while the latter was relatively odorless. Other than that, they were almost identical.
It was slightly smaller than the bedroom. Still, it seemed spacious for one person.
There was a single bed attached to the wall by the window, and a bookshelf and drawers on the opposite side. The bookshelf was densely packed.
“Hum, hum~”
Ellie hummed a tune as she took out two easels from the corner. In my memory, they were art supplies used to fix canvases.
If you don’t know what it is, it’s like the wooden ladder that Bob Ross used to place his paintings on, saying “Isn’t that easy?”
Ellie placed one easel in front of me and one in front of herself. Then, she stepped onto a desk chair and grabbed the white canvases from the top of the bookshelf. Her fingers didn’t seem to fit well between the papers, and she was fumbling around, saying “Eung.”
“Gulp…”
Since I was looking up from a low angle, the plump flesh of her buttocks under her pants and the line of her butt crack clinging to her clothes were clearly visible.
Her smooth thighs hesitated as if her posture was slightly unstable, and the flesh under her buttocks jiggled softly with the movement of her legs.
If I hadn’t figured out Ellie’s personality after spending a few days with her, I would have mistaken it for her seducing me by shaking her butt. Her personality was close to being naive.
She seemed to have some knowledge, but she wasn’t aware of her own body. Maybe it’s because she sees me as a younger brother and feels comfortable around me. We’re about the same height and not that far apart in age, but she already has such a mature body… Is it genetics?
The irregular shaking of her butt is really hot.
I wanted to grab her butt from behind right now, move the crotch of her clothes slightly to the side, and thrust into her pussy. While I was thinking that, Ellie was still focused on taking out the canvases.
“One… two… Got it.”
Ellie muttered to herself and came down from the chair with two large canvases, placing one on each easel.
Following that, Ellie took out pencils and erasers from her pencil case, and opened the lid of the cylindrical art supply container she used to carry to the academy, taking out brushes. Inside the drawer that opened with a *click*, there was a round palette that Bob Ross held in his hand, with various colors of paint already applied on it.
She took out two palettes, handing one to me.
“Here, take this. Actually, I thought it would be fun to draw with Raul, so I put the paint on two days ago. It’s probably all dried up by now.”
“Thank you, Ellie…”
I received the palette and tapped the paint with my finger to check it. The paint was definitely all dried up.
“Um… do we just use the brushes now?”
“Ah, last thing, we need to fill this water container in the bathroom. This is paint that you mix with water.”
“Is that so? I saw someone painting on the street without water before. Is it different from that?”
“You saw street artists? There must be many from our academy there. That’s a little different from this. That’s oil paint. If we used that, Mom would be horrified because it runs out so quickly. Hehe. Paint is expensive…”
“I see…”
Certainly, even in the modern world, art supplies are not cheap. Especially oil paints, which, as Ellie said, run out quickly. You can freely paint over colors and make corrections, so they seem to run out quickly.
We each took a paint container and went to the bathroom to fill it with water.
With the preparations for drawing complete, Ellie said to me with an energetic tone.
“Okay, then… Oh, right, Raul. You’ve never drawn before, have you? I’ll show you how to do it.”
I roughly know how to draw, but I’ll just watch quietly.
………………………Wait a minute.
Come to think of it, it’s been a few days since I’ve used it, shouldn’t I start hypnotizing my daughter soon?
A boy and a girl of similar age drawing in the same space…
Come to think of it, this is a pretty interesting situation.
“Ellie.”
“Yes, Raul, what is it?”
Ellie was approaching me with the drawing tools to teach me the basics. As her gaze naturally focused on me, I raised both hands and clapped in her direction.
