WCMBI - Chapter 244: The Formidable Potion (Patreon)

To my surprise, Olivia seemed to have deduced my peculiar condition without any explanation. Lucia looked at Pedro, who cradled Adella with concern.

"Shall I step out for a moment?"

"Yes, please."

With utmost caution, Pedro rose and exited the workshop, leaving Adella, who had fallen asleep during the brief interlude. Why did I feel so restless and uneasy when they were merely stepping away from this space for a while?

The reason was that treating my peculiar condition would entail reviving the pheromone gland, and in the unlikely event that it was successfully restored, I could not fathom what would come next.

I clenched my fists tightly and, after a while, fixed my gaze on Olivia before speaking.

"To elaborate further, my pheromone gland was already damaged when I was young. Ironically, the accident evades my memory due to the shock I experienced. It was my mother who deliberately sabotaged my pheromone gland back then. I was too young to recall, and the memories were lost alongside the trauma."

Both of them listened in silence to my account. The fact that they attentively heard my story made me feel grateful and at ease, allowing me to disclose the past that I had never shared with anyone before.

"Thus, I lived my life believing I was an alpha-omega, completely unaware that the reason for the low pheromone production was due to the damaged gland. Furthermore, I used to wear a choker made by my mother every day. It was a magical accessory designed to prevent the leakage of pheromones, but now, I am starting to question its true purpose. Was it genuinely meant to suppress my pheromones, or did it serve another purpose?"

Yes, the suspicion arose belatedly. How did my mother truly regard me, an omega? Especially when we lived at Rosewood Manor, if she were to discover my omega identity, she would act as if the world were about to collapse.

"Now that there is no chance to inquire further, I can't fathom her intentions. My parents passed away in a sudden lightning strike accident while traveling in a carriage, but even that raises questions. The likelihood of a lightning strike on a clear day is exceedingly low. What others did not know was that my mother was a lightning-affinity mage."

"Oh, my goodness. Mel."

"A lightning-affinity mage."

Lucia and Pedro could not hide their concern and astonishment at my revelation. Their reaction somehow brought a smile to my face. How simple it was to divulge what I had concealed from everyone until now.

"Well, you see," Olivia cautiously interjected.

"Have you ever heard of an elixir?"

"Excuse me? No, I have not."

"Oh, my goodness! An elixir, Olivia!"

"Did you see? Elixir is a formidable potion known to the proprietors of magic towers. Creating it demands an immense amount of time, magical power, and an abundance of rare ingredients."

I was utterly befuddled by Olivia's words, or rather, I found them inscrutable. Only now did I truly savor the essence of freedom. I had finally attained the ability to stand on my own, yet as my old self resurfaced, I couldn't help but wonder about the repercussions.

With an anxious countenance, I gazed at Olivia, unable to conceal my unease. She peered back at me with care before cautiously adding, "If you need it, I can provide you with an elixir. Do you wish to mend the broken pheromone well?"

Faced with a question that could be deemed a once-in-a-lifetime stroke of luck for some, I hesitated in my response. In that moment, a profound self-loathing sprouted within me. Despite vociferously advocating for the welfare of my progeny, I quivered at the thought of scrutinizing my own well-being in a decisive moment.