EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT: THE PROPHET
Cassandra was zoning out.
…Bell was so cool…
The events of her “date” replayed in her mind she emitted a deep, heavy sigh.
“I thank you, ladies. I hope you will come back to my store in the future. I shall be waiting for you!”
““Yes, Lord Miach!””
Beside her, the god’s cool voice elicited squeals of delight from two young ladies, residents of the city with no ties to any familia. He saw them off with a smile as they left with small, ribbon-wrapped bottles in their hands.
“Heh-heh. This is why I love the Goddess Festival. The products just fly off the shelves…”
“That was just a regular potion watered down with fruit juice. Don’t you feel ashamed of yourselves, scamming your customers like this?”
“It’s not a scam, Daphne. This is our newest product, Potion Lemonade.”
Every street in the city was packed with people thanks to the festival, and businesses were eager to capitalize—none more so than those of Miach Familia. But they knew they wouldn’t get many customers coming to their combination home and store, Blue Pharmacy, which was tucked away in the back alleys of the city. That was why they had set up this mobile stall, which Hestia’s and Takemikazuchi’s familias had come together to create.
“We want ordinary people to know the taste of potions they can’t normally afford,” said Nahza with a grin. “We apothecaries have a duty to spread appreciation and awareness about the work adventurers do every day…”
“Yeah, right,” said Daphne with a sigh.
“By the way…” said Miach, tipping his head. “Is something the matter, Cassandra? You seem distracted, and I’ve seen you fidgeting, too. Hmm, and your cheeks are red.”
It was Daphne who answered. “Oh, probably thinking about Rabbit Foot again. She’s been like that ever since yesterday. Just ignore her.”
Meanwhile, Cassandra had her head in her hands and, like Miach had noticed, was fidgeting restlessly.
Oh, to think I’d get to go on a date with Bell in the town of Rivira… That was a date, right? What else could it have been?
For Cassandra, the festival had come a day early. She had been exploring the Dungeon with Daphne when the pair came across Bell on the eighteenth floor, and he invited her to do some shopping with him. Even a town of rough-and-tumble adventurers far underground could be a romantic date spot for Cassandra.
“Bell was like a different person. So kind, so charming, so reliable…”
Her cheeks reddened as she looked up to the sky and giggled. The girl was normally very gloom and doom, but now it was almost as if you could see pink blossoms filling the air around her. Even Nahza wasn’t sure what to make of it.
What Cassandra didn’t know, however, was that Hedin had orchestrated the whole thing. He had dragged Bell down to the eighteenth floor, where word wouldn’t get out, and forced him to “practice” his escorting skills in secret, not just on Cassandra but on any woman he could find.
I’m a little worried about last night’s dream, though…In it, I saw a devilish witch nuzzling and then devouring a white rabbit. I wonder what it could mean…?
Just then, a boy and a girl walked past Cassandra’s line of sight, holding hands like a couple.
“Was that Bell and the waitress girl…?” said Nahza. “Whoa, I hope Hestia doesn’t find out about this…”
“I’ve never seen them like that…It looked like they were about to get married—Hey, Cassandra?!”
Swoon, thud.
Cassandra felt her consciousness recede, and the next thing she knew, she was lying flat on the ground.
I’m such an idiot…I knew I should have paid closer attention to that dream…
Her fading mind registered only Miach, muttering to himself as the girl walked by, and Daphne calling her name. The shock was so great that she lost consciousness almost immediately, tears building up in her eyes.
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