ushernet Chapter 35.2
Chapter 35.2
“Anyway, this powder is a type of fertilizer.”
“F-fertilizer? You mean... manure?”
Arina wrinkled her elegant brow, her mind spiraling into a series of horrifying assumptions.
‘Hold on... does that mean...?!’
The thought hit her like a thunderbolt. In this world, manure-based fertilizers were the norm, often made from human and animal waste.
‘Those jars... could they have contained Arad’s...?’
And worse still, she had found the smell... appetizing?
‘No! That can’t be! This can’t be happening!’
Her head swirled in a storm of confusion and disgust.
“Manure? Hardly! This is on an entirely different level,” Arad said proudly, oblivious to her mental chaos. “I crafted it using my alchemy and agricultural knowledge. It’s a miracle powder with outstanding effects.”
He began pondering aloud, gesturing toward the powder.
“What should I call it? It’s like a magical version of chemical fertilizer, but it’s not exactly that. Since it uses Black Earth and magic stone powder, maybe... Magical Fertilizer? Or High Tower Fertilizer? Hmm, maybe something simpler, like Arad Fertilizer?”
Then, his gaze shifted to Arina.
“Or maybe I’ll name it after you.”
“...Huh?”
“How about Mary Fertilizer? A miracle powder that brings prosperity to the North, bearing your name.”
“...???”
Arina’s face twisted in disbelief.
“So, you’re saying... you want to name manure after me?”
Her words, strained and trembling, reflected the utter devastation she felt inside.
Arad noticed something was off with Mary.
“So, you’re saying... you want to name manure after me?”
“Fair enough. But Mary is a common name, isn’t it? Does it matter that much?”
“Yes! It absolutely matters!”
“...Why? Please elaborate.”
Sensing that this wasn’t just about her personal feelings, Arad decided to hear her out.
“The late Grand Duchess—Lady Mary—used that name as her personal nickname.”
“...What?!”
Her words landed like a thunderclap.
“You didn’t know?”
“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, that makes sense. You’re not a native of the North, after all.”
Her explanation was valid—and horrifyingly significant.
To name fertilizer after the beloved late Grand Duchess would have been an unthinkable insult, tantamount to treason.
“Thank you, truly. You just saved me from making a catastrophic mistake.”
Arad expressed his gratitude with heartfelt sincerity, realizing how close he’d come to an irreparable blunder.
“It’s nothing, really.”
Though flustered by his thanks, Mary felt relieved.
But as Arad observed her closely, something nagged at him.
‘Arina?’
There was something strikingly familiar about her demeanor.
‘Wait a second... isn’t this too much of a coincidence? A common name like Mary, yet it matches both the late Grand Duchess’s nickname and the Snowfield Archwitch’s name?’
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