Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 590 Do you want to see shooting stars?
"You don't like this statement, why?" Galene imitated her sister, took off her shoes, put her feet on the chair, hugged her knees, and asked curiously: "I think it's pretty good."

"Then why do you think it's good, sister?" Lorena did not answer, but asked back.

"Because then it has nothing to do with your body." Galene replied in a matter-of-fact tone: "It's all the curse's fault. And if it's a curse, mother and Lord Sandro are both powerful demigods, so they should have a way to solve it, right? Even if there is no way to remove the curse, we just need to find the person who cast the curse on you and kill him."

She chuckled and said something very scary: "After all, killing people is always easier than saving them."

"Sister, if you say that again, be careful that mother hears you." Rorona gave her sister a reproachful look, then rested her chin on her knees and stared at the sea water flowing in the room, stirring up tiny whirlpools in the corners where no one noticed. She said softly, "In fact, the things you think are good are exactly the things I don't like about it."

"Hey, are you trying to say that I don't know my sister at all, Lorena?"

"Stop being naughty, sister!"

Rorona reached out her hand, risking spilling the medicine on the table, and patted Galene's arm, but Galene dodged with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. What's the reason? You have to tell me the reason, right?"

"I was just about to tell you the reason, but you interrupted me." Rorona muttered, "The reason is just as you said. If it is a curse and not a disease, it has nothing to do with me. Is it a stranger who has nothing to do with me who casts a curse on me? Or can I only watch my mother and Lord Sandro worry about me, but I can't do anything about it? I don't like this feeling."

At this point, she pursed her lips tightly, and a hint of imperceptible determination flashed in her eyes that had not yet completely faded to the color of the sky: "But if it is an illness, it is different. I can solve it with my own strength. Even if everyone thinks that I can't be cured, as long as I still believe in myself, I can always keep a little hope. I want to hold hope in my own hands, instead of letting others decide it. Can you understand me, sister?"

"But didn't mother forbid you to use that ability?" Galene frowned deeply. Although she guessed her sister's intention, she couldn't agree with it. Only in this matter did she show a bit of maturity as a sister: "Although there are no obvious side effects so far, the power of creation is not stable enough. Even magicians of the [Creator] path among humans must use its power with caution. What's more, mother even suspects that the curse on you... no, your illness is related to this ability. If you use it frequently, will it make your condition worse?"

Galene's expression became even more stiff: "I thought you were lucky..."

"Sister, do you really believe it?"

"Have you tried it?!" Galene couldn't help but raise her voice: "When? How come I didn't know?"

"Hmm, it seems understandable, but also hard to understand." Galene scratched the back of her head: "To put it simply, you want to cure your own illness, right? But how can you do that? You are not a doctor, and you have never learned any knowledge in this area. It seems a bit late to start now. Ah, you don't want to--"

This time it was Rorona's turn to look at her with concern and worry, probably because she was worried about her sister's intelligence. After all, no normal person would believe her poor excuse. No matter how prosperous the city of Nereids was or how wealthy the mirror elves were, picking up magic items while walking on the street or playing in the garden was still a plot that only existed in fairy tales.

Lorena stopped talking, but just lowered her head silently. Where her sister couldn't see, the corners of her mouth curled up and her eyebrows were curved.

She suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes wide, while Rorona curved her eyebrows and nodded with a smile: "It's what you think, sister."

"Alright, alright, laugh if you want to. Don't hold it in." Galena glared at her unhappily. "You've been deceiving your sister for a few years. You're not a good kid! Wait for me to complain to mother, Lorena!"

Galene's expression suddenly froze: "But you said those gifts were picked up."

She looked at her sister with concerned and worried eyes, but Rorona comforted her: "Don't worry, sister, nothing will happen. I have tried it several times before, which is enough to prove that this alchemical magic has nothing to do with my illness. On the contrary, it may be the only way to help me cure my illness."

"You know, sister." Rorona blinked her eyes: "Every year on your birthday or holidays, I always give you a gift, and you are always very happy."

"Woo!" Rorona shrank back, hugged her knees with her hands, and deliberately pretended to be pitiful and asked, "What can I do to make you forgive me, dear sister?"

"What if I said I didn't want you to use that ability anymore?"

"..." The room was silent for a moment. After a while, Rorona gave up pretending and shook her head gently: "I'm sorry, but this is the only thing I can't promise you, sister."

"I knew it."

Galene grumbled, but she wasn't too disappointed, because she already knew what kind of person her sister was. She looked so weak on the surface, but she was very stubborn on the inside. She must have made up her mind long ago when she was willing to share her ideas with others. No matter what others said, she couldn't shake her determination.

When he is obedient, he is really obedient, but when he is stubborn, he is also really stubborn.

I don’t know whether this kind of personality is good or bad.

She sighed helplessly in her heart, and then changed the subject, or rather, returned to the main topic: "In this case, I do have a way that may allow mother to agree to your use of that magical alchemy magic."

"Huh? Really?"

"Don't use that tone when talking to your sister. I don't look smart, but that's just because I don't like to use my brain. When I'm willing to use my brain, there are no problems in the world."

"Wow, sister is so awesome!"

Facing Rorona's admiring eyes, even though she knew she was pretending, Galene still raised her chin proudly, revealing a beautiful neck. "It's very simple. You use your alchemical magic to make some potions that can cure common diseases, or other items that can help civilians. Then I will secretly deliver them to people in need and tell them about your deeds. In a few days, your reputation will spread throughout Nereids, letting everyone know how amazing your Highness the Second Princess is and how willing she is to use this ability to help her people."

"You know, mother has always valued the opinions of the people, and your fame among the common people has indirectly improved the reputation of the royal family. So after the truth is revealed, no matter how angry she is, she will not blame you."

It does sound like a good idea, but... Rorona seemed a little hesitant: "If I do this, wouldn't it be too despicable? It would seem like I'm taking advantage of everyone's kindness."

"It's okay." Galene waved her hand. "At least your help to them is real. After the matter is done, as long as you don't forget your original intention and continue to help those in need in addition to finding a treatment method, I don't think you have to feel guilty about it. Lorena, are you willing to help them?"

She stared at her sister. Rorona thought for a moment, then a genuine smile appeared on her face: "Of course!"

"I knew it." Galene also smiled: "Because you have been so kind since you were a child."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Lorena stopped talking, just resting her head on her knees, quietly looking at her sister. After looking at her for a while, Galene suddenly reached out and rubbed her hair, ruffling the neat and smooth crystal blue hair into a mess: "Lorena, get well soon."

"..."

"When you recover from your illness, I will take you to the sea to watch the shooting stars."

"kindness."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)