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Infinite Mage Chapter 189: Nor’s Haven (3)

Chapter 189: Nor’s Haven (3)

As‌⁠ expected, such a situation was possible.‍ Just because an‍‌ item belonged to⁠‍​ a citizen didn’t​​ mean it was‌ impossible to purchase.‌⁠⁠

Nevertheless,⁠​​ the limited-edition merit​ remained.

Most​‌ importantly, the merchant‍​‍ knew Shirone’s payment⁠​ limit was two‍‍ White Elixirs. The‌​‌ fact that he​⁠ greedily set the​ price at one‍‍ Elixir suggested it⁠​⁠ was actually much‌​‌ cheaper.

“Can⁠‍‌ anyone use it?”​

“As‌⁠‌ long as it’s‍ equipped, anyone can⁠‌⁠ use it. Weapons‍ like Sygna, Exed,​​ and Arc are​ communal, but drones‍​‌ are individually encrypted.​⁠‌ Even if you‍⁠ take someone else’s,⁠ you can’t use‍‍​ it. But this​⁠⁠ one hasn’t been‍​ claimed by anyone⁠‌‌ yet, so it’s​‍​ for sale.”
Shirone was unsure.‍‌ If it was​ new, there shouldn’t​⁠ be any defects.‌

Was⁠‌⁠ it a simple‌‌ misunderstanding due to​⁠‌ not fully understanding⁠​ this world? Or​ was the Fire⁠​‍ Spirit that difficult‌​‌ to obtain?

Unable⁠⁠ to decide, Shirone​‍​ asked Tess.

“Tess,‍‌​ do you want​‍ this?”

“Yes!‌‍‍ Shirone, I really‌‌‌ want it. Please​​ buy it for‍⁠⁠ me. Other items‍ are cheap and⁠‌‍ can be bought​‍⁠ anytime later.”

Shirone⁠​ couldn’t help but‍​ smile. Tess’s straightforward‌‍ nature when asking⁠ for something was​⁠‌ certainly different from‍​ Amy’s.

Ultimately,‌​‍ Elixirs should be​​ used for everyone’s⁠​⁠ benefit. So, he​‍​ should buy it,​‍‌ but without knowing⁠​‌ the defects, he​⁠⁠ couldn’t negotiate.

Asking​‍‍ outright would make​‍‌ him vulnerable to⁠ the merchant, and‌‍ Clove wouldn’t be⁠‌‌ of any help.⁠‌

“Why‍ won’t you sell‌ it? I brought‌‍‍ exactly what you‌ asked for!”

At​ that moment, they⁠ heard Kanya’s voice.‍‍

Everyone‍‍⁠ turned to look.‍⁠ Unlike Kanya, the‌⁠‌ merchant wore a relaxed smile.

“Look,‌‌ miss. There’s no‌​​ such thing as‌‍​ a set price‌ in Purgatory. It’s‍⁠‍ an auction. If‌ the price goes‍ up, you can’t‍​ just lower it⁠⁠⁠ at your whim.”​⁠

“You‍‌⁠ said a month⁠‍ ago that one‌​ Green Elixir was‌‍‍ enough for Epinephrine!‍‌‌ And now, even​ with 30 Red​ Elixirs, you won’t​⁠‍ sell it. Why?”​

Epinephrine.⁠

Shirone⁠ recalled the white⁠ potion recommended by‌ the herbalist.

But⁠ Kanya’s reaction was‌ too intense for​⁠‌ it to be‍‍‌ just an awakening​‌ potion. Why would​ she need to‌‌ stay awake in‌‌‌ Heaven?

“A⁠⁠​ month ago, yes.‌ But now the‍⁠‍ price has increased.”‍‍

“No!‌​ Even two months‍‍⁠ ago, three months‍⁠‌ ago, you never‌ said that! This​‌ is extortion!”

“Miss,‌⁠​ auction prices are​ determined by the‌​‍ buyer’s desire. The⁠‌‌ more you want​⁠‌ it, the higher​ the price. Isn’t⁠​ the ritual only‌ a few days⁠⁠‍ away?”

“You…!”⁠

Kanya’s​‍​ face turned pale.​ No matter how‌⁠ much of a merchant he was,‌​⁠ how could he⁠ say that?

Even⁠‌​ Clove, typically shameless,⁠ frowned this time.⁠

The​​ merchant remained unfazed⁠ by Kanya’s outburst.‍ From the start,‍‌ he never intended‍​ to sell to‌⁠⁠ a citizen.

“Wanting​‍ Epinephrine today means⁠‌‌ someone in your‍​ family is dying​⁠⁠ within days. Thus,⁠‌ you must buy⁠ it, and I demand a high⁠ price. What’s wrong⁠​ with that?”

“I‍ won’t let you‌‌‌ get away with‌​‍ this!”

Kanya‍ pulled out Arc,‍⁠ but Rena screamed​​‌ and stopped her.‌​

Violence‍‍‍ was prohibited in⁠​⁠ Nor’s Haven. Any‌‌​ violent incidents would‌ lead to expulsion‌ and worse.

Maintaining‍‍ the community relied‍⁠‌ on the rational‌‍⁠ agreement of the​ majority. Once the​​ rules were broken,⁠‌ the community would‍​‍ collapse.

“Sis!‍​ Please calm down!​ If you fight⁠‌​ here, we’ll be⁠‌ killed!”

Rena‌ pulled Kanya back,‍‌​ who continued to⁠‌‍ curse even as‍ she was dragged​ away.

The‌⁠ merchant exchanged a look with the‌‍​ herbalist across the​‍​ way.

A silent agreement not‌​‍ to sell Epinephrine.​‍

It‍ was a cartel.​‌‌

Three​ months ago, when‍ Kanya came to‍ buy Epinephrine, the​ merchant demanded an‍‌⁠ unreasonably high price.⁠

In‍​ reality, it could‌ be exchanged for‌ about 40 Red​‌ Elixirs, but he‌⁠ asked for Green⁠⁠‌ Elixir.

Elixirs⁠ are not like​​‌ money. While arbitrary⁠‍‍ exchanges are possible,‌ if someone insists​ on Green Elixirs,⁠‍​ no amount of‍ Red Elixirs will⁠ suffice.

Kanya‍‍‌ had to buy‍ Green Elixirs at‌⁠⁠ inflated prices. When​ she returned to‌‍​ purchase the item,⁠​‌ the merchant refused‍⁠ to sell it⁠​⁠ at that price.‍‍​

“Why‍‌​ is she so‌‌​ agitated? What’s this‍‌ ritual?” Shirone asked.​⁠‍

“It’s​‌ the ritual of‍ life regeneration,” Gardrock​​ answered. He had⁠‌‌ come out, disturbed⁠‍ by the noise.‍

Gardrock⁠ understood the situation‍​ from Kanya’s murderous⁠ expression alone. Though⁠⁠ he had never‌‍ met her as​‌ a guide, he​‍ was well-versed in⁠​ the merchants’ rumors.​​

“As​ you know, citizens‌​ have a set‍ lifespan. When their‌‍​ time is up,‍‌‍ they undergo the⁠‍ ritual of life⁠‍ regeneration to be‌‍ reborn. That girl’s⁠‍ mother is the‍‌ one affected.”

“What‍‍ exactly is this​‌‍ ritual?”

Gardrock​ squinted.

“I’d⁠⁠‍ rather not talk‍ about it. As​ you can see,‍‍⁠ it’s a sensitive⁠⁠‍ matter. Citizens call‍​⁠ the ritual a blessing. Most heretics,⁠‌‌ however, feel aversion​‌ to it and⁠ flee Heaven. The⁠ merchants are the​⁠ same. They’re not‍‌ tormenting her over‌​ the Elixirs.”

“But⁠​ Kanya’s mother is​ nearing the end‍ of her lifespan.⁠⁠​ What role does​ the awakening potion‍ play? Will it⁠ save her?”

“No.‌‍⁠ The laws don’t‍​‍ change. By heretic⁠‍ standards, Kanya’s mother​ will soon die.‌⁠‌ Even so, she’s⁠ buying Epinephrine…”

Gardrock‌ groaned.

He,‍‌‌ too, had once‍‍​ been a citizen.⁠⁠‍ Knowing what Kanya​⁠⁠ wanted to do‍​‌ even if it‌⁠​ meant risking her‍⁠ life, he felt⁠⁠ a twinge of⁠⁠⁠ sympathy.

“It’s‍‌ nothing. Just a ray of hope​⁠ in despair. Like​‌​ administering anesthesia to‍​ a dying patient.”​‌‍

Shirone​ felt heavy-hearted. He​​ didn’t fully understand‌⁠ the differences between‍ citizens and heretics,‌⁠‌ but he believed‌‌ the intention to⁠⁠⁠ ease a parent’s⁠‍ suffering was universal.‌

Yet⁠ the laws drew‌ even this into‌‌ distinction.

Kanya‌​ resumed bargaining. It​​⁠ was clear she‌⁠‌ was struggling to‌​​ hold back her⁠​​ anger to buy‌​ Epinephrine.

There‌⁠ were two stalls‍‌​ selling Epinephrine, and​ today might be‌ her last chance.‍⁠‍

Shirone‍‌ checked the herbalist⁠⁠ at the other⁠‍ stall. He averted‍ his gaze, perhaps⁠​⁠ feeling guilty.

Wouldn’t​ it solve everything​ if Shirone bought​ Epinephrine from him⁠‌⁠ and gave it​ to Kanya?

Sensing⁠ Shirone’s thoughts, the​‍ herbalist discreetly hid⁠ Epinephrine. Contracts were‌⁠‌ absolute for the‍ Norins, and he‌​‍ wanted to avoid‍ a commotion.

Kanya‍ made her final​‌​ offer.

“Fine!⁠​ I’ll buy on‍‌ credit. I’ll get‌​‍ the Elixirs by‌​‍ any means necessary.‌‍‌ Just give me​ the Epinephrine.”

“What⁠‍ can you bring?”‌​​

“Anything!‍‌‍ I’ll hunt for‍ a lifetime if‌‌​ I have to!”‌​

“So,‍ what will you‌​ bring?”

The‌​ merchant no longer‌‍‍ hid his emotions.‌⁠

He‍ hated citizens intensely.‍‌⁠ He hated Heaven.‌​ No matter how‍⁠ good the medicine,‍⁠‌ he couldn’t erase‌ his memories of​​‍ living in Heaven.​ La’s laws were⁠‍‌ that strong.

“Even⁠⁠ if I give​⁠​ you everything, you‍ still refuse. So,​‌​ tell me. What‍⁠ will it take​‍ for you to​⁠⁠ sell the potion?”​​⁠

“Alright.​​‍ Since you insist⁠​‌ on buying, let’s‌‍ see… what could​⁠⁠ I want…”

The​​​ merchant pretended to‌ ponder, then looked⁠ at Shirone.

“How​​‍ about all the​⁠ Elixirs that boy‌‌ has?”

Shirone‌‍⁠ realized the merchant’s​⁠ strategy had suddenly⁠‌ changed.

He⁠ must have calculated‍ from the moment​​ Kanya brought Shirone⁠ along.

It⁠ was natural for‌​ a merchant. But‍ it was cruel.‌‍​

Seeing‍⁠ the White Elixir⁠⁠​ sparked his greed,​ but he had‌ no high-value items.⁠‍⁠ So, he entangled​ Kanya.

Strategically,‌‌ it was sound.⁠​‌

Norins​ were known for⁠​ their shrewd business‌‌ skills. He was⁠​ a capable merchant,‌ but not a great one.

Kanya​ was at a loss for words.‌ The clearer her​‌ position became, the​‍‌ more she realized‌⁠ she was being‌​‍ played by a con artist.

“Now‍ I see. You‌ never intended to‌ sell it. For‌‍‌ three months, you​‍‍ enjoyed watching me‍‌​ struggle in Purgatory!‍‍‌ What did I ever do to​ you?”

Shirone⁠‌ felt sorry for‍⁠ her. Emotional responses‌​‌ were ineffective against⁠​‌ merchants. They were​⁠ adept at using⁠ others’ psychology to‌‌‌ their advantage.

To‍ provoke a mage,‌⁠ you had to​​ fight fire with‌​‌ fire.

“You‌‍‌ make me the‍⁠‍ villain. This only‌‍‌ makes it harder‌⁠ for you. It’s⁠​ not an impossible⁠‌​ request, is it?⁠ Hunting for a lifetime is much‌‍ harder than taking‌⁠‍ that boy’s Elixirs.‍​ Don’t you think?”⁠‌

“That’s⁠ theft! Robbery! And⁠‍‍ we can’t fight​​ here! How am⁠ I supposed to⁠ get Elixirs from‍‌‌ someone unrelated?”

“There​ are ways. You’re⁠‍‌ a girl, he’s⁠ a boy. Figure​ it out.”

Kanya’s‌‌ lips quivered. She​⁠⁠ wanted to blast⁠ his face with​‌ Arc. But knowing‍ this was her​ last chance calmed⁠ her.

What⁠ would Shirone’s reaction‍‍‌ be if she⁠ asked for Elixirs?‍​ Elixirs that were​‌ life to heretics.‌⁠​

Even‍ so, maybe… he⁠⁠‍ might help. Rena‍ had a good‍‌ eye for people‌‌ despite being naive.‌

“I⁠ don’t like him⁠​ because he’s handsome,‌​ but because he’s‌​ kind.”

Kanya​​​ had scoffed then,‍‌‍ but Shirone was​‌ different from normal‍ heretics. Maybe he‍ would give the‌​​ Elixirs. The precious‌ White Elixir? Maybe.‍ Maybe!

It‌‍‌ was all hypothetical.⁠​⁠ Yet, relying on‌⁠⁠ hypotheticals was her‌ only option.

She’d⁠‌ do anything for‌ her mother. She⁠⁠ couldn’t let her​‌‌ mother, who had⁠ lived half the⁠‍ life of an​ ordinary citizen, die.⁠​‍

Leaving​ the merchant’s sneer​ behind, Kanya approached⁠‍ Shirone. His expression⁠​‌ was calm, already‍⁠‍ understanding the situation.‍

Kanya​⁠⁠ felt a chill.‍‍ What was he⁠​ thinking? It couldn’t⁠⁠ be good. Why‍​ are you coming‍​​ here? What do‍​ we have to‌ do with each​​​ other?

Even‍ so, she had‌‍‌ to plead. She⁠‍ was prepared to​ give up everything.‍‍

Kanya​‍‍ spoke miserably as‌‍ she reached Shirone.‍​‍

“Um…”⁠

“Here.”‍

Shirone​‌ extended his hand.‍‍ A White Elixir‌ lay in it.⁠

Kanya‍‍⁠ felt a rush⁠‍‌ of emotions. It‍‍ felt like anger,​‍ but it didn’t​⁠ hurt.

Why‍‍ is he doing‌‌ this? Shouldn’t he‍​ at least make​‌ me beg? Isn’t⁠‌‌ the point of‌ charity to buy​‍‌ feelings? What’s the‌​ meaning of such‌ mercy?

She‌ felt she needed⁠ to ask. But‍‍ doubted she could‌‍ speak properly.

“Why…”​‌​

“Just‌ go buy the‌ Epinephrine. It’s important⁠‍ to you.”

“But…”‌

It’s​​ not important to‍ you.

She​‍‍ wanted to say,‌ but her throat‍⁠⁠ tightened, and no‌ sound came out.‍⁠

This⁠‌ boy was different.⁠‍ Not like humans​​ or extraterrestrials. Even…​‍ different from Ra.​⁠⁠

At⁠⁠ that blasphemous thought,‍​ Kanya felt a thrill. Was this⁠​ the precursor to​‌ corruption?

“Thank‍⁠‍ you.”

Kanya​ could barely utter‌ the words as​⁠‍ she returned to‌​ the merchant.

Indeed,​‌ Purgatory was different‍​‌ from Heaven. She‌​​ felt strange emotions‌‌​ she had never‌‌ experienced before.

With‌‌ weary steps, she‌‌‍ handed the Elixir‍​ to the merchant.⁠⁠‍

“Here.⁠‌ Now give me‌​ the Epinephrine.”

“No.​⁠ I can’t sell⁠‌ it for this.”‌‌

“Why…​ why again?”

Kanya‍⁠​ lacked the strength‌ to shout. The⁠ thought of holding‍ back tears was‌‌ the only thing​​⁠ keeping her standing.⁠⁠

“I​‍ said all the⁠ boy’s Elixirs. According‍ to my calculation,​‍⁠ he still has‍ one left.”

“No.⁠ I have no‌ Elixirs left.”

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