Ch.68Can Depression Be Cured? (2)

I watched the pale liquid seeping through her clothes and quickly prepared another potion.

Adding this and that, mixing everything together.

“Drink it quickly, hurry.”

“Blegh!”

Once again, the administrator took a few sips before repeatedly gagging.

“Phew… at least it stopped…”

The administrator touched her chest and sighed with relief.

How ridiculous—a potion that makes breast milk flow? Seriously.

If this had been released as a game item, it probably would’ve been beaten down by critics and forced the game to shut down…

Wait a minute… a potion that produces breast milk without pregnancy?

“Where are you going?”

“To the dairy farm!”

I rushed out of the city hall and ran to the outskirts of the city.

When our city was upgraded, we built a new dairy farm next to Brasya’s pig farm.

We’re currently raising a large number of dairy cows we purchased to produce milk.

If this has the same effect on cows as it did on Bellamy?

That would be absolutely incredible.

We wouldn’t need to overwork the cows by forcing them to get pregnant repeatedly just to get milk.

We could have fresh milk every day without doing such things!

“Brasya!”

“What’s up? Why are you running here all out of breath?”

Brasya smiled brightly as she was carrying hay to feed the cows with the workers.

“Hey, check this out.”

“Oh, perfect timing. I was dying of thirst.”

Before I could stop her, Brasya snatched the potion from my hand and gulped it down.

“Ahhh! No! You shouldn’t drink that!”

I quickly grabbed the potion after she’d already drunk half of it, and Brasya tilted her head curiously, smacking her lips.

“What is this? My body feels weird… Whaaat?!”

Suddenly, multiple streams of liquid burst through Brasya’s blouse.

“Aaaah?! What’s happening?!”

The streams shot out so forcefully that they obscured her vision, and she flailed around, reaching for a milk pail to cover her face.

“Good grief, that’s why you shouldn’t just drink whatever you find.”

“Make it stop!”

“Here, drink this quickly…”

I handed her an antidote potion I’d brought just in case. Brasya hurriedly drank it, and the fountain of milk gradually subsided like someone had turned off a faucet.

“Seriously, you…”

She shook her head while wiping the milk that had soaked her face with a handkerchief.

“Ah, I get it now.”

Brasya snapped her fingers while milk still dripped from her.

“You were planning to give this to the cows, right? Huh? That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes. Very clever.”

“Hehe.”

Brasya followed behind me with a bright smile, and several piglets trailed after her.

Brasya’s pig farm is currently experiencing a massive boom.

Thanks to Brasya’s mating enhancement technique, the pig population has exploded, and now we can barely keep up with selling them to other cities.

In this medieval-themed game world, there’s no systematic pig farming technology.

No city raises as many pigs as ours, and we’re raking in money because of it.

And the city’s residents are living the dream of having meat on their tables every day.

This is all thanks to Brasya, and thanks to Liberone who destroyed the Mad Doctor’s laboratory, and thanks to the Mad Doctor who created Brasya?

“Here you go, drink up.”

I held the potion bottle to the nearest cow’s mouth, and the cow licked it up with its tongue, drinking the potion with apparent enjoyment.

“Oh! Jack!”

Brasya, who was crouching down to look at the udder, suddenly shouted.

Looking down, I was amazed to see milk pouring from the cow’s udder!

Who would have thought a potion meant to treat depression would have such an amazing side effect!

“Amazing, Jack!” “You’ve worked another miracle!”

The workers watching from behind clapped and cheered.

Inadvertently, our city has gained another trade item.

Milk is also quite a precious food item where demand exceeds supply.

It seems our city won’t have to worry about starving or running out of money, at least.

“Hmm, this is truly fascinating.”

Brasya muttered, turning the empty potion bottle around in her hands.

“Jack. This works on people too, right?”

“Aren’t you a person?”

“I’m a half-goblin.”

“The mayor drank this and caused quite a scene.”

“Oh, so it does work then?”

Brasya said with a bright smile.

“There are some small kids in the city who didn’t get enough breast milk when they were young. If you refine this well, you could help people like that. Like mothers who can’t produce milk.”

I hadn’t thought that far, but it’s a good idea.

Back in the slums, there were women who couldn’t produce enough milk due to malnutrition.

Healing potions didn’t help much, but this might be different.

I rushed back to the shop and used ingredients from the storage to create a new version.

Adjusting the gushing flow to a level that wouldn’t interfere with daily life…

“What are you doing?”

Just as Mirella came downstairs, I quickly pulled the potion I was making toward me, afraid she might drink it impulsively like Brasya.

However, Mirella’s movements were faster than I could have imagined.

“Are you enjoying something tasty all by yourself?!”

“No, don’t!”

Mirella dodged my hand, stepped back, and gulped down the potion.

My eyes involuntarily went to the chest area of Mirella’s thin cotton shirt.

Since she drank it, we might as well proceed with the clinical trial.

But strangely, there was no change in Mirella’s body.

Did I reduce the effect too much?

“This tastes weird.”

“Of course. It’s a potion.”

“What kind of potion?”

“It’s a potion that makes breast milk flow. No, no, don’t look at me like that.”

I wagged my finger at Mirella, who was narrowing her eyes.

“It wasn’t made for kids like you.”

“Hey, you come here.”

Just then, Mirella beckoned to Miyumi, who had just returned from her guard duty.

“That arrogant girl?”

“Try drinking this. This potion. If you drink this and have your first kiss, the other person will fall in love with you.”

“Give me that right now!”

Miyumi pounced like a leopard and snatched the potion from Mirella’s hand, drinking it greedily.

Oh dear, those girls…

While sighing, I carefully observed Miyumi’s reaction, but like Mirella, there was no response.

It seems the potion doesn’t work on flat-chested women.

“Hehe, Captain.”

Miyumi, with potion dripping from her mouth, rushed toward Adelheid who was just entering.

Just as she was about to kiss her, Adelheid gracefully sidestepped, causing Miyumi to kiss the innocent wall instead.

“What are you doing?”

“Jack was experimenting with a new potion on us.”

Hearing Mirella’s words, Adelheid looked at me with indifferent eyes and said:

“If that’s the case, you should have asked me, Jack. I’m prepared to drink even poison if it’s your request.”

“No, it’s not like that… Would you like to try it?”

Curious whether I had made a mistake or if the potion really only had no effect on flat-chested women, I offered the potion to Adelheid as well.

I have the antidote anyway.

After carefully smelling the potion, Adelheid tasted it bit by bit before taking a few bold sips.

“Hngh?!”

As soon as she drank the potion, she clutched her chest and hunched over, confirming my guess.

It only works on people with a certain size. Okay, that’s enough.

“Take this antidote, Captain. Where are you going?!”

Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Adelheid ran upstairs without looking back.

“Hey, Miyumi. Take this to your captain.”

“Give it to me! Captaaaain!!”

I sighed deeply as I watched Miyumi receive the antidote and thunder up the stairs.

What a mess.

* * * * *

The breastfeeding potion was completed.

After clinical trials with mothers in the city, I finally found the perfect formula to induce an appropriate amount of milk production.

I made a large batch, donated it to the city hall, and asked them to distribute it to those in need. Bellamy’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Mr. Jack, you truly are an angel sent by God to save our city…”

“Anyone with basic knowledge of potions could make these. The ingredients don’t cost much either.”

“Even so, you’re amazing… But I have one concern…”

“What is it?”

“This could be misused… I mean, someone might use it on others instead of feeding it to babies…”

“Well, that’s… Please make sure the city hall distributes it properly…”

“While Mr. Jack works tirelessly for the city day and night… that woman mayor does nothing and just parasites off Mr. Jack’s achievements…”

Caught in a sudden stream of consciousness, Bellamy collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

I was so focused on the breast milk potion that I forgot I was originally trying to cure Bellamy’s depression.

It seems potions won’t work, and she needs proper medication.

There’s a famous pharmacist in the capital—I should take her there.

Even in the game, this NPC sells all kinds of buff potions, so they probably have medicine for depression too.

* * * * *

“Hmmmm. I see, I see.”

The pharmacist looked me up and down while puffing on a long pipe.

With heavy makeup and wearing provocative clothing that was barely more than underwear, the pharmacist looked exactly like in the game.

“Such a handsome man with depression. How perfect.”

“It’s not me, it’s her.”

I put my arm around Bellamy’s shoulder, and the pharmacist narrowed her eyes, examining Bellamy carefully.

“What a violently attractive figure. You, man. Wouldn’t it be better to keep such a woman dependent on you through depression?”

“I-I agree with that…”

“Be quiet, Mayor.”

Silencing the mayor who was strangely agreeing, I asked:

“Do you have medicine that can cure depression?”

“Well. Before that, there’s something I’d like to ask.”

Through the thick tobacco smoke, the pharmacist looked at me with seductive eyes.

“Was that woman designed to have depression from the beginning?”

“Excuse me?”

“If so, it can’t be cured. Only the creator can change a character’s settings. Hohoho.”

Wait, what is she talking about now…