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    Emma’s arms were filled with dozens of potions, and she seemed to want to give me every single one.

    Apart from the obvious problems of transporting so many potions, they were also a valuable source of income for a commoner that I simply couldn’t take.

    That was why I tried to dissuade her.

    “Emma, don’t you think you’re being excessive?”

    “Yeah, but the more prepared you are, the better, right?”

    She posed a fair point with a tilt of her head.

    Still, I needed to do something about it.

    “I can’t even carry all this around, and you make your living selling potions.”

    “……It’s alright.”

    She carefully set the potions she was holding down on her desk.

    Despite being a fairly large desk, the sheer amount of potions piling on top of it led to some of them rolling under the table, where I quickly picked them back up.

    Emma, who had been reaching for the falling potions, flashed me a smile to thank me for being concerned about her.

    Resting her hand on her chest, she spoke with a look of pride on her face.

    “If I’m hungry, I can always go pick some mushrooms! I know a few mushroom colonies in the southern forest…….”

    “No.”

    I cut her off firmly, making my intentions clear. She looked at me, bewildered by the firmness of my tone.

    I shook my head vigorously with resolute eyes.

    “Not a chance. Are you crazy? Don’t you remember how you were attacked by a demonic beast before?”

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