WCMBI - Chapter 242: What Future Awaits (Patreon)

Lucia, who had given us individual tasks, led me to her own workshop. Pedro, still holding Adella in his arms, accompanied us. The child had just fallen asleep after playfully tormenting him.

"Pedro heard the story first. Although we can't be certain of the exact reason, Dela refused her father's pheromones."

As soon as we entered the workshop, Lucia cut to the chase.

"Yes, that seemed to be the case. I couldn't smell the pheromones myself, so I couldn't fully comprehend the situation, but Adella suddenly burst into tears, leading me to believe it was due to the influence of pheromones. Is there any cause for concern?"

Aside from the fact that she was rejecting the unfamiliar pheromones of her biological father, I considered the possibility that the potent pheromones of an extreme alpha male might have startled her. It could be potentially unsettling for a young Adella.

"Well, Adella is not an ordinary case. In the first place, Mel, your situation is far from commonplace."

"Our princess, who rejected the pheromones of that guy, was indeed unique."

"Of course, that's what I think too, but it's our elders' matter. Adella might still need the pheromones of her biological parents."

Lucia accurately pinpointed the concern that had been bothering me. I was torn between not wanting to reveal Adella to Ian and the conflicting emotions of wanting to expose her to his pheromones for her well-being.

Seeing that she seemed to understand my thoughts, Lucia suggested softly, "Why don't we take the opportunity to meet an omega?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Someone who can examine Adella's condition and is one of the omegas I mentioned earlier that I wanted to bring here."

"Ah, you mean the person in the capital city."

Pedro nodded as if he knew who she meant.

"That's right. He's known as a doctor, but in reality, he's a sorcerer who brews potions."

"Ah."

Her explanation triggered a memory that had slipped my mind—the potion that Nicola had given to augment pheromones.

"Do you know her?"

"My mother mentioned him once before."

"You mean Lady Nicola."

"Yes."

Lucia also seemed to recognize Nicola's name. Looking at her intently, she asked, "What do you think? Shall we pay a visit to this doctor?"

"Yes, I am curious about Adella's well-being going forward."

"Very well then, let's go."

As soon as Lucia finished speaking, she drew a magic circle, and the four of us instantly teleported to a back alley.

"By the way, things still look the same around here."

Nearby, there was a slum, and the neighborhood itself was quite run-down. I hadn't expected such a place within the capital. Squinting my eyes in surprise, I scanned my surroundings. Pedro, with a smile on his face, offered an explanation.

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadows become."

"It seems you've never been to a slum before."

"Yes."

"Such places do exist, Melissa."

The exchange between the two individuals somehow evoked a sense of embarrassment in me. As I pondered why life had to be so arduous, I realized I had never truly experienced material discomfort throughout my existence.

"Here we are, let's go in," Lucia announced.

Without bothering to knock, Lucia opened the door and stepped inside. Following closely behind her, I found the interior to be vastly different from its outward appearance. Though the building seemed small and shabby from the outside, the inside was narrow yet elongated, housing an astonishing collection of potions and herbs.

"Hey, anyone here?" Lucia called out in a nonchalant manner.

Confidently striding further inside, I confirmed Pedro's success in bringing Adella along before trailing behind Lucia. Only after venturing significantly inward did we come across another person.

A woman wearing thick glasses and a worn doctor's robe emerged from one of the rooms, adjusting her spectacles.

"Olivia."

"What's the matter? What brings you here?" Although I arrived late to hear Nicola's words, the realization that I had encountered the person he spoke of made my heart skip a beat.