The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

… Mr. Ursh. Come back soon.

Apologizing to Elf’s senior Daryan for his curative magic with a weird mistake, the senior forgave me with a laugh.

“I didn’t think you, the typical elf look, hadn’t been noticed as an elf. It’s my first experience.”

I am truly sorry. Sure, if you look closely, it’s skinny, tall, with long, pointed ears, an awesome beauty of blonde blue-eyed hair and a many-elf. It’s my first elf.

I’m not interested in the appearance of a man other than you, Ursh, so I didn’t look at it much and didn’t notice it at all.

Besides, I didn’t pay any extra attention because it looked like a great beauty shape, but it didn’t even show up as a mob in the game.

Well, if you say ‘stretched’ in the ear of an elf and you’re looking serious and curing magic, they’ll laugh at you.

“I’m so sorry. By the way, is it possible Senior Daryan is quite old to say Elf?

“Hmm? I’m sixteen now, aren’t I? Why? Do I look so old?

Wasn’t an elf different in appearance and age because he has a great long life and is older than people?

I thought so and asked Senior Daryan, and he told me that it was just ‘high elves’. Oh, yeah?

Could it be that the elves in this world are different from the ones that come out in the fantasy of the previous world? Don’t even ask too many weird questions and be suspicious, so I’ll ask you later, Ursh. Mr. Ursh in trouble.

With such a conversation, as Senior Daryan, the other seniors came back with the herb from the herb shelf.

“Well, I’ll show you from where I crush the herb. I’m going to crush and mix these five herbs, but they’re split between what I have to mix after crushing and what I can crush and mix with.”

The only way to know about the type and efficacy of each herb is to say that it would be better to look at the textbook in class, and this time only show the procedure.

Until just now what was in the stone molar seemed to be finished crushing, packed to stretch flat in the steam (blame) where the cloth towel was laid, and transported to the other room.

Seniors weigh the newly brought medicinal herbs, crushing them together and putting only the good ones, chopped in stone molars.

Watching that, Senior Daryan gives me an explanation from the side.

“Thirty magic herbs. We start with five bottles in class, so we crush them in smaller breast bowls, but when we produce them in massive quantities, we crush them in stone molars like this. If we’re not in a hurry, we’ll crush it by ourselves, but now we need a horn count on the rabbit, so we’ll crush it for a few people.”

By the time Senior Daryan finished saying it, he had just finished putting enough herbs in the stone mortar, and when the seniors surrounded the stone mortar, he crushed the herb with the stick in his hand… and began to make it full bocco.

“Whoa!! Just crush it!!

“Damn!! Shit!! What is five thousand magic drugs (potions)!! Are you kidding me, teachers!!

“Come on, let me go home!! You’re not messing with us every event!!

“Ha ha ha!! Both herbs!! Cry! And fall apart!!

No. It’s not what I thought.

My imaginary magic drug (potion) creation is not like this.

This isn’t a magic drug creation, it’s a mass lynching.

From the looks of it, it just looks like a bunch of people are surrounding it and lynching in groups with sticks. Who thinks this is a magic potion creation?

Looking up at Senior Daryan silently, the seniors muttered with an objectified look.

“Yeah. Everybody’s tired.”

Black company or the Alchemy Department (here) is.

Inside, I figured I’d stop going into the alchemy department, and Senior Daryan started following me.

“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t necessarily have to whine when you crush the herb.”

I guess. No one thinks that cursing gossip is a must in the manufacturing process.

Suddenly the storm of cursing noise subsided and became quiet, so I turned my gaze back, and around the stone molar the seniors let Zeezy breathe and sat down.

Apparently, he’s finished crushing it. Good luck.

If you replace the crushed herbs with other containers and water wipe the stone molars, you can now add the crushed herbs separately.

The other seniors took turns crushing it. As you hear in the depths of the jungle, with ambitions like birds and animal ringing.

… Mr. Ursh. Come back soon.

When all the crushed herbs are placed in the stone molar, they are handed an object that is scratched with something like a hera and placed in a cloth to stretch flat onto the steam (blame) on which they are laid. They’re taking this and going to the next room that leads from this room.

He followed the chaotic room with a subtle mood while still holding the steam and moved to the next room.

In the next room, it was a room chopping hot and raw herbs, dried herbs.

A small, adorable senior,

“Be small. Be small.”

and groaning in a pretty voice, carving herbs. I’d rather not have noticed her eyes die in vain.

beside its adorable predecessor, smiling like a Virgin Mary,

“Don’t you have any grudges? It’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of. ‘Cause I’m just gonna chop your body up a little bit, right?

I don’t even want to see a senior (“) slapping a knife on a herb while talking to a cat.

Let’s note here that he always has vain eyes that make him nervous about whether it’s okay to hold the blade.

The only thing that looks decent is saying it’s just a senior who’s chopping up herbs with a knife in both hands while raising his voice like a kung fu master.

… Mr. Ursh. Come back soon.