The Hunt (2)

"Eat this," I gestured to Luke to open his mouth.

All my injuries were completely healed, the blood wiped clean, having the luxury to bath before visiting them. Although it took several hours to perfect the support items, Micah helped me to create some of them. I didn't think Micah would freeze the time in this room, making them unable to follow us. It made it easier on my end, having the rest of the night to finish the trial before getting hunted.

"It's not poisoned. Micah tested them out," I added when he continued to stare at me.

I imitated what Luke did for me every morning, scooping more spoons of soup after he swallowed each serving. You had to mix a few of the support items into food, greatly diluting them. Although fairies could eat and drink them directly, humans were weaker. When Luke started to relax, not forcing himself to appear like he was fine, I brightened. This meant his fever was transitioning into a severely bad cold.

"Are you feeling better?" I tried to confirm my suspicions.

"Where did you get this?" He knew there had to be rare ingredients inside.

"Isn't this similar to heal? I have more of them if you're still hungry," I liked the results.

"Did you have dinner?" Luke focused more on me.

"I did. I was the one who made them," I continued to feed him more bowls.

"She worked really hard. It took her more than seven hours to synthesize all the ingredients together in the time-space room," Micah acknowledged my efforts.

"Synthesize? Isn't this for legendary herbs?" Alex knew about them.

"It also took her several hours to gather them," Micah only offered me his guidance.

"Are there any remaining?" Alex seemed curious.

"There isn't. I used everything that was there," I managed to empty the bowls.

"She could have saved them for herself, but she pulled everything out. Most of them appear every ten thousand years in this dimension, and a few others a little more often," Micah oddly supported me.

We were both leaving out that the garden would be filled with an overflowing number of new legendary herbs once the day passed. In fact, Micah explained to me that these were common herbs in the other dimension. The reason being that this dimension didn't possess as much mana, needing more time for the plants to turn into these legendary items. This was why I didn't hesitate to use everything I managed to procure.

"The soup was created from all those herbs?" Alex stared at the bowls in a new light.

"More than the herbs were used to create the soup," Micah didn't mention my failures, wasting more than half of them.

"She mixed inside precious elixirs, something she received to help her survive. You should stay in bed for the next several days, so her efforts don't get wasted," he got to his initial purpose.

"Precious elixirs?" Luke wondered.

"Those that have drastic healing effects, something from the other dimension that costs billions of Memors," Micah overexaggerated.

The mediator had stuffed my inventory with millions of those elixirs, always replacing an equal number whenever I took one out. Although there were many different kinds, their impact was sadly very small if taken alone. I was full of taking sips of each one, trying to determine which ones would be compatible with the other herbs. They reminded me of disposable potions, worse than the smoothies I had created to raise funds for my club.

Those elixirs had to be worth less than a penny, remembering Micah frowning from the bad quality. The mediator expected me to use them with the herbs to get any impactful effects in general. I was greatly disappointed as I needed to create the true support items from scratch. It was a pain, only making enough for Luke. I didn't have any talent, making a mess of the room from the explosions whenever things went wrong.

At this rate, Micah was trying to convince Luke to stay in bed so he wouldn't continue to push himself. Luke was considered to be a workaholic even in Micah's eyes, barely taking any breaks. After passing the bowls to the servants to take away, I pulled out some cream from my inventory. These were harder to generate than the soup, following many sensitive ratios. Luke watched me lifting his sleeves, trying to massage the cream into his skin.

I didn't think it would be this hard to take care of someone. I was struggling to determine the most effective places to apply them, soon moving onto his neck and shoulders. Thankfully, he didn't move like he knew it would make it harder for me. I wondered how he did this for me every day, it was tiring. Guilt started to fill my heart from the times that I twisted and turned to refuse the lotions from finding them to be annoyingly gooey.

"How do you feel now?" I didn't have access to any of the medical equipment.

"I'm starting to feel better," Luke gently smiled.

"You have to fully recover," I wanted to avoid the hunt.

"You should leave him to rest. I can help you strategize for the next round," Micah leaned against the door, watching us.

"You really have to stay in bed. You can't work," I reminded him before joining Micah.

"I'll take care of him," Alex remained inside the room, assuring us.