Reincarnated as a Villainous Duke (37) Who Gets Condemned by His Daughter ～I Stopped Acting Like a Villain, Yet My Daughter Keeps Becoming the 'Ice Lady'～ - Chapter 17: Extra Potion

Chapter 17: Extra Potion

After returning to the estate, I gathered Forsina, Aramund, the steward Mildart, and General Dalton, and we headed to the alchemy workshop.

On the alchemy table on the first floor, I arranged several herbs, monster materials from the shelves, and the Mana Beast Blood Crystal we had just obtained.

“Forsina, do you know what an Extra Potion is?”

“Yes, Father. It’s the highest-grade recovery potion, capable of regenerating lost limbs and other severe injuries.”

“Good. It’s also incredibly rare, almost never seen on the market. That’s because Extra Potions can only be found deep within certain dungeons.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that as well.”

“But I have discovered a way to create Extra Potions. That said, it’s still theoretical—I’m about to attempt making it for the first time.”

At this revelation, all four of them looked at me with astonishment.

“W-Wait a second, Your Grace. Are you sure I’m allowed to hear something this insane!?”

The one most visibly flustered was, amusingly enough, General Dalton.

“What are you saying? If we can produce Extra Potions, wouldn’t the soldiers benefit the most from them?”

“That might be true… but are you really planning to use something so valuable on soldiers!?”

“When you consider the time, effort, and cost it takes to train a single soldier, it’s worth the price.”

“Well, that does make sense, but still…”

“Either way, if we can’t actually make it, it’s just a pipe dream. Now then…”

I quickly prepared the alchemy tools, including the alchemy cauldron, which looked like an oversized pressure cooker and had been incredibly useful in the game. I began tossing the necessary ingredients from the table into the cauldron one by one. Finally, I added the Mana Beast Blood Crystal and closed the lid.

“Let’s begin.”

Placing both hands on either side of the cauldron, I infused it with mana while visualizing a complex magic circle in my mind. Slowly, the cauldron absorbed my mana, and by the time about 30% of my mana was drained, the absorption stopped.

“Let’s see if it worked…”

I lined up several empty potion bottles nearby and opened the cauldron’s lid. The ingredients inside had completely dissolved, leaving behind a faintly glowing, fluorescent liquid.

Carefully, I poured the liquid into ten bottles and sealed them.

While the process worked just as it did in the game, calling this alchemy in real life feels like I’m running some kind of scam.

“Mildart, use Appraisal.“

“Yes, my lord.”

The steward, Mildart, possessed the incredibly convenient skill Appraisal. He pulled a monocle from his pocket, placed it over one eye, and studied one of the bottles carefully. After a deep breath, he turned to face me.

“There’s no doubt about it—this is an Extra Potion. I’m truly impressed, my lord. I had no idea your alchemical abilities were this advanced.”

“Hah, I had the time to focus thanks to your efficient management of affairs.”

In reality, it was just game knowledge—I simply knew that combining a Mana Beast Blood Crystal would result in an Extra Potion.

After discreetly boosting Mildart’s approval of me, I turned to Aramund and gave her instructions.

“Aramund, bring the beastkin from the basement here.”

“Y-Yes, my lord!”

Soon, eight beastkin girls were brought in. Those without legs leaned on the shoulders of the others for support.

The fox beastkin, who had been a swordsman, was in her late teens, while the other seven were all in their early teens. I also noticed something strange: all of them were remarkably cute, as if selected through an audition. It made me wonder if Aramund had intentionally chosen them to suit my supposed preferences. Not that they were my actual preferences.

The girls, suddenly brought before me, looked at me with a mix of expressions. Except for the fox beastkin, who glared at me defiantly, the rest wore anxious faces as they stared in my direction.

“This is our first time meeting, isn’t it? I am Mark Stewart Blaumont, a duke of the kingdom and the lord of this territory. I’m also the one who purchased you from the slave traders.”

“D-Duke…?”

The beastkin girls widened their eyes in shock, though the fox beastkin girl only looked at me suspiciously.

“The reason I bought you from the slave traders and had you stay here was because I wanted your help with an experiment. That said, there’s nothing sinister about it. I simply want to test the effectiveness of the Extra Potion I created.”

“Extra Potion… that’s why you gathered people who’ve lost their limbs?”

The fox beastkin girl’s sharp gaze bore into me as she spoke in a calm but commanding tone. It was easy to see why she had been popular in the game.

“Exactly. Even if it fails, there’s no harm done—it just means your limbs won’t be restored. You can rest easy on that point. Now then, let’s get started. Each of you will drink this potion, one by one.”

As I approached the girl at the end of the line to hand her a bottle, the fox beastkin girl stepped in, cutting me off.

“Wait. Let me drink it first. I’ll make sure it’s not poison.”

“Hmm, you’re quite the selfless one, aren’t you? Very well, you may go first.”

I held out the bottle, and she snatched it from my hand. After removing the lid, she sniffed the contents cautiously, then brought it to her lips and downed it in one gulp.

“Hn… ngh!?”

The fox beastkin girl’s entire body began to emit a faint glow—just like the effects in the game.

From her right shoulder, where her arm had been lost, a new arm suddenly began to grow, stretching out rapidly. I’d been curious about how this would work, but seeing it happen in real life was more unsettling than exciting. It looked downright eerie.

I noticed that the scar on her face had completely disappeared, and even her damaged left eye was fully restored.

“Huf… Huf!? No way… my right arm, my left eye… even the pain in my body, it’s all completely gone!? I… Oh… Ohhh!”

The fox beastkin girl suddenly cried out and dropped to her knees, wrapping her newly restored arms around herself as she began to sob.

“Well, I assume you’re satisfied it’s not poison. Now then, the rest of you, go ahead and drink.”

The other seven girls drank without issue, and all of them had their missing limbs restored as well.

At the same time, the number of crying girls increased to eight… This won’t somehow turn into a condemnation scenario, right?