“Well, don’t worry about the small details. By the way, since you and the others are adventurers, did you come here to hunt monsters?”

Adventurers hunting monsters is a classic fantasy trope, after all.

“Yeah. We were tracking the King Snake, but it seems like it didn’t come here.”

At Zeke’s words, I couldn’t help but glance at Koko.

Just a moment ago, we encountered one. Koko took it down instantly, and now it’s stored in my bracelet.

…But I can’t exactly say that.

“I hope the poison in your companion fades soon.”

“With that quality, it should be fine.”

“You can tell the quality?”

I can make all kinds of things, but I can’t tell how good they are. Ermine helps with that, but I still haven’t been able to alchemize anything with outstanding effects.

“I have appraisal skills.”

“Wow, that’s so handy.”

I wish I had that. It would be super useful to know if something is usable just by looking at it. So jealous.

“You said earlier you weren’t a witch… Could it be, are you perhaps the daughter of a witch?”

“I’m not a witch’s daughter either.”

“But those eyes…”

“My eyes?”

What about my eyes?

“You don’t know? People with red eyes possess immense magical power.”

“Really?!”

This is the first I’ve heard of that.

Wait, does that mean my eyes are red? I didn’t know, since I don’t have a mirror. I thought I had black hair and black eyes.

I’ve been avoiding mirrors since I can’t bring myself to look directly at myself in this frilly Lolita outfit. But maybe I’ll try making one through alchemy when I get home.

If I don’t have a recipe, I’ll ask Ermine to get one for me.

“But even if I do have magic power, I can’t actually use magic.”

In typical fantasy stories, the protagonist always has some amazing hidden power, whether it’s magic or swordsmanship. I thought maybe I had something too, so I tried various things.

Since I don’t have a sword, I swung around a kitchen knife for a bit, but Ermine frantically stopped me, saying I might hurt myself.

I also tried using magic secretly, but… nothing happened.

I tried to look cool by saying, “Fire!” but when nothing happened, Koko gave me the most intense side-eye.

Yeah, I’ll never forget how terrifying that look was.

“The only thing I can really do is alchemy.”

I think I’m talented at it, though. After all, that’s how I ended up in this world.

“Did you make the antidote from earlier?”

“Yes, I did.”

“What else do you make?”

“Uh, potions, towels, food…”

“You make quite a variety of things.”

Well, I have to. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to live a normal life.

The room was completely empty, after all. Ermine provided the furniture, but I had to make everything else—cooking utensils, plates, all of it.

It was fun, but it was really inconvenient before I got everything set up for a comfortable life.

“Oh! By the way, do potions sell well?”

“It depends on the quality, but they should sell.”

Quality, huh? Yeah, quality is important.

Mine aren’t terrible, but they’re just average, so they probably won’t sell for much.

“In that case, would this sell?”

I pulled out a potion from my bracelet and handed it to Zeke.

If it can be sold, I’d love to go to town and make some money.

Then I can buy some meat!

There’s also a chance that defeating the King Snake added a snake recipe to my alchemy book, but I really don’t want to eat snake!

But wait…

What if there’s a dish that’s as good as the highest-quality unagi-don, using snake?

Gulp.

Well, if that’s the case, I guess I have to try it.

Because at that point, it’s no longer snake—it’s unagi. A King Snake is just a type of eel, right? No problem!

“Can I try a sip? I’ll pay for it.”

“No, no, no need for money. Please take it as a sample.”

I don’t even know if it’s good enough to sell yet.

Zeke took the potion, stared at the bottle for a moment, and then slowly took a sip.

I’m nervous. I hope it’s good enough to sell.

“…It’s sweet.”

He murmured as if by accident, and I slumped a little.

Hmm, is it too sweet? That’s not great. A potion should have a crisp, refreshing taste, right? Maybe if I make higher-quality ones, they’ll have a more refined flavor.

“Was it no good?”

I made a lot, thinking I could sell them, but now I’m not so sure.

Is there anything else I could sell?

“No, this is the smoothest potion I’ve ever had. Please, sell it to us.”

Wait, really?

It’s good?

Yes! That means I can sell it!

And that means…

Meat is within reach!