A New Slave

Kaito froze. "Strange..." he muttered, rubbing his chin. "But I’m not some genius scientist who can just whip up potions."

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He sighed, shaking his head. "I don’t know why, but now that I have a lab, I feel like I should do something with it." A smirk crept onto his lips. "Fine, I’ll give potion-making a try."

With that thought, he resumed his walk toward the alchemist’s shop, weaving through the dense crowd. But just as he was about to reach the entrance, a soft, hesitant voice called out from behind him.

"U-Umm... Excuse me, sir."

Kaito stopped. The voice was sweet, gentle—like a whisper carried by the wind. He turned around, slightly irritated at the interruption.

And to his surprise—

She was an Elf.

One of the mythical creations rarely seen in human territories.

Kaito’s expression changed from mild annoyance to curiosity. "An elf…?"