Summoner's Second Chance

Chapter 08

As the words escaped his lips, the temperature of the room turned cold. It's as if somebody had cast an ice spell in the room. Everyone was surprised by Trace's words, and dreaded the meaning behind it. "Trace, are you proposing that my wife has been poisoned?" Trace nodded deeply. His gesture was filled with certainty, that even Argo couldn't help but to immediately believe his words. Trace approached him, and put the small flask in his hand. "I used a method that some alchemist may found tedious and ineffective, but that is because they tried to identify a sickness with it. This method were meant to be used to know whether someone is poisoned or not."

Argo looked at the flask in his hand. Inside was a purple, viscous liquid that very much looked like poison. He opened the flask and his nose are immediately invaded by a pungent smell. He involuntarily dropped the flask, shattering it and spilling the content. "By the King, what is this?!" Trace picked up the broken pieces of glass, while being very careful not to cut his fingers. "Water from Saint Elmeralda's fountain are believed to cure poison, but it does more than that. It can also detect, and absorb poison." Trace set the broken pieces aside and wiped his hands.

"Master Argo. I would like to be given three hours to create your wife's cure, but you must not let anyone see me while I work. I fear there is someone in this house who have an ill will towards your wife." Argo couldn't help but to let his heart be consumed with anger. His wife had always been kind to every maid in the house. If there is someone who dared to poison her, for whatever reason, he swore that he would personally throw them into a hound's lair. Trace could feel Argo's anger, and took out a bottle with a sky blue liquid. He opened the cap and sweet smell wafts from it, and filled the room. Argo can feel his heart calming, and his mind clearing.

"Trace... I entrust my wife's healing to you. I will not let anyone to come in while you work, but please... at least let my daughter stay by your side to accompany her mother." Trace nodded deeply, a small, reassuring smile formed on the corners of his mouth. Argo bowed to the young alchemist, and left the room. Trace immediately unloads his tools on a nearby table, and start working.

The room were filled only with the sounds of scribbling and the sound of grinder for a few minutes. Trace finally sighed and brought a small flask with a dark blue liquid in it. "This is a sleeping potion that I would like you to take, madam. There is some antidote in it, but I'm afraid it will not fully rid you of the poison. Still, I guarantee that you will feel much better after drinking this." Noelle took the flask from Trace's hand, and slowly drank it. Olivia took the flask from her mother, and helped her lay down on the bed. It only took no less than a few seconds before Noelle fell into a deep sleep.

"That is quite a potent sleeping potion." Trace shrugged at Olivia's remark and resumed his work. "Then that just means that your mother condition is much worse than I anticipated. I mixed some red flowers, with a little bit of Mogi flowers, and mixed them in a concentrated water taken from Saint Elmeralda's fountain." Done explaining his medicine, Trace once again sinks his attention to his medicine making, leaving Olivia to worry about her mother. Olivia's hands held her mother's even tighter than before. Trace's foreboding words created wave after wave of anxiousness. She can only believe in Trace's skill, and her mother's resilience.

At the Redfate residence, a group of three friends can be seen approaching from the front gate. They are none other than Fang, Liu and Gilbert. They had a piece of summoning paper, and a bottle of enchanted ink in their hand, except for Gilbert. Gilbert approached the huge wooden door, and knocked. A few moment later, the door was opened by an elderly man. "Ah, you all must be the young master's friends, correct? I'm sorry to tell you, but the young master is not home at the moment." The group of friends looked at each other, before Gilbert asked, "Then do you know when he will be back?" The butler pondered for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. "I'm afraid he did not inform me on when he will be back. I will have to ask you to come back later." Gilbert slowly nods, and the butler closed the door.