The Trash is a Fan of the Little Alchemist

Chapter 11: Master at Bullshit (2)

You bit your lip nervously as they lay out all your belongings on the large wooden table in front of you. You were somewhere underground lit only by the light of torches. It almost looked like you were in a prison with the cell bars that separated the room from the hall in front of you.

"P-please be gentle with them." The knights eyed you suspiciously as they moved slowly but carefully. You were grateful you had nothing incriminating on you. The only thing in your bag were a few potions, a few scrap parts, and your journal.

"And that... thing. On your arm." The knight pointed at your arm brace and you flinch.

"It's—"

[ {Title: Master at Bullshit} is in effect! ]

"It's my arm brace, sir knight. I find it difficult to use my arm without it." Your demeanor had changed from being very scared to only slightly unnerved.

"How difficult?

You chuckled a bit. "Well, you see..." You take off the arm brace and almost your arm starts to shake. Though you didn't do it willingly, your body seemed to move as if it were natural. "I am an alchemist sir, so I often handle dangerous items that require the utmost precision. Due to my erm... Disability. I need the arm brace to maintain balance and prevent any unwanted results. What a useful title! It made lying as easy as drinking water.

The knight glanced at your shaking arm as he lowered his eyes in pity. "I understand. Please keep it off for now while we continue the interrogation. I will ask a few questions before The Crown Prince arrives." He said as he took a seat opposite of you.

You gently place your arm brace on the table and place your hand on your lap. You tilt your head and smile gently at the knight.

"Thank you, sir Knight, Even if this is troubling for me, I am grateful regardless that you are so diligent with your duties. The citizens must feel much safer knowing how diligent knights like you are," The knight coughed at the sudden compliment.

"It's nothing. An-Anyways. You are a servant of the Henituse household correct?"

"Incorrect sir. I only serve the Young Master Cale Henituse. The rest of his family are not included in our exclusive agreement."

"What is this agreement?"

You hum for a moment and cross your legs. "Though I cannot give the specific details per the young master's request, what I can say is that the young master provides funds for my research in exchange for partial credit and ownership over my research. Oh, and I also produce potions I have created per his request."

The knight furrows his brows as he glances at the vials on the table. The red hue almost emanates a glow. Health potions the knight could guess. But they looked strange, they almost looked similar to the high-grade health potions to already exist, however...

"Would you like a demonstration? I noticed that you had a bruise on your neck." The knight flinched as he tried to cover up his neck. He was rather embarrassed you pointed out the hickey. Did you know what it was or?...

"That— that is not necessary. It can heal on its own." You shook your head at that response as you picked a nearby vial with your stable arm.

"Nonsense sir knight. Never underestimate a bruise. They can be unknowingly deadly if uncared for" You flick open the corked vial with your thumb.

POP!

In an instant, a delicious scent of Caramel Apples wafted into the air. It was heavenly. The scent attracted anyone nearby, the knight in front of you leaned closer towards the vial whilst the other guards outside turned their attention towards you.