Chapter 15: I am really a genius

I tidied myself up and, as usual, packed the two egg babies into the backpack, grabbing the two daggers and one knife to sell.

There’s no weapon shop in the slums, so I had to head to a nearby area closer to the wealthy district, where security’s better. After some thought, I wore a fitted outfit instead of looking like a beggar, but kept my hood up for a low profile.

Cautiously stepping out, I warily scanned my surroundings for anyone watching or following me. Thankfully, no one seemed to track me before I reached the nearest weapon shop—apparently, the six mercenaries I dealt with last night didn’t draw attention from their so-called Thunderlash Corps.

That let me breathe easier… but thinking about it, those six were probably low-ranking grunts. Their deaths likely wouldn’t stir much notice.

I mused, then pushed open the weapon shop’s door.

“Welcome… Miss, what do you need?”

Inside, the shop was clean and tidy, filled with well-crafted weapons—a stark contrast to the dingy herb shop in the slums. A warm greeting rang out, lifting my mood slightly.

A burly bald man stood behind the counter, flashing an enthusiastic smile.

It made me feel a bit better—this shop seemed decent.

“Hello, I’d like to sell some weapons.”

I blinked, looking at the bald shopkeeper and speaking softly.

“Oh? Just so you know, we don’t take rusted weapons.”

“They’re second-hand.”

I swallowed, placing the two daggers and knife on the counter.

“How much can I get for these?”

“…Let me see.”

The shopkeeper’s enthusiasm waned as he eyed the standard-issue weapons, clearly recognizing their ordinariness. Still, he carefully inspected them.

“Seventy silver coins total.”

“For all three?”

“Yes, all three.”

The bald man nodded.

“I’m not trying to rip you off, miss. These weapons are used and poorly maintained. Even if fixed, they’re not as good as new, so three together fetch only seventy silver coins.”

He pointed out small nicks on the blades, explaining calmly.

“…Is that so? Alright, I’ll take that price.”

I hesitated, then responded with a hint of resignation.

Standard weapons usually sell for seventy or eighty silver coins new, so I’d hoped for at least fifty per piece—but three for seventy? That was lower than expected.

Still, seventy silver coins was money, and for someone as broke as me, it was significant… I might even cover rent tomorrow!

Confirming the deal, I sold the three weapons for seventy silver coins.

I kept one dagger for emergencies—its sharpness far surpassed my kitchen knife, making it a better choice for self-defense.

Holding the heavy coin pouch, I felt a sense of security.

“Hey, alright… I’ll buy more herbs, make a bunch of potions, and get some good food…”

Humming, I planned my next steps, but stayed cautious, watching my surroundings.

Maybe I was too paranoid—buying food and herbs went smoothly. No one bothered me, no mercenaries came after me. My earlier worries seemed overblown.

I bought meat, fresh vegetables, bread, and low- to mid-grade potion herbs, then headed home content with my haul.

There’s a lot to do next.

I spent most of the seventy silver coins, mainly on herbs.

With extra funds, I’m done slogging through basic healing potions for a measly two silver coins profit each. Mid-grade healing potions cost five silver coins for herbs but sell for twelve if perfect. The difficulty’s higher, but with my skills, it’s no issue—and it cuts my workload significantly.

I’m a master mage, after all. Potions are easy.

I won’t waste the basic herbs I bought—they’re perfect for my own use while training my body.

I feel my future’s bright. When I first woke up, I was broke and miserable, barely surviving thanks to my healing ability. Now, things are looking up—no longer so desperate.