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“Finally, done…” Eva released a long sigh of relief.

Besides her were three boxes of potions, totalling sixty potions.

She leaned back in her chair; her transformation had faded away, revealing the true Anlesa appearance.

Eva did her best to keep the effects of Morph up at all times, but she, as with everyone, got tired, and using a lot of mana to accelerate the mixing of the potions and enhancing their effects with her personal mixes took a lot out of her.

Compared to their normal ‘Syrus’ disguise, which was meant to be a bit of an in-between Syrus’ in full control form and their normal look. There wasn’t too much of a difference, as Eva could only manage minimal alterations with Morph at the time. However, a change was that their main disguise was now a little bit taller than their normal form thanks to Eva’s improved control with Morph–not by much taller, but it was a noticeable difference.

Anlesa turned her head in her chair to look at the pile of materials now missing from the counter, all used up.

She snapped a few of the crimson strands of hair from her bangs that warped themselves around the dark greyish horn of the left side of her forehead.

Eva’s eyes paused on a glass bottle, which showed their reflection. She… liked this form. After a long period of time of basically never using their true appearance, she longed to see herself in the mirror like this. It wasn’t perfect; she would rather see an appearance that matched her age of ten years old, but this would make do.

Black hair with front crimson bangs, the black hair faded into white strands towards the rest of her ends, and finally light reddish-brown eyes. This was a look that would catch too much attention from the people she didn’t wish it from.

[One day…] (Eva)

Eva yawned and deeply blinked, starting the transformation with Morph. Her hair dyed a deep crimson, the horn disappeared, and she grew a little bit taller.

“Well… time to make some deliveries.”

[You haven’t mentioned where you are selling the potions today.] (Syrus)

[Oh, I am not selling them.] (Eva)

[Huh…] Syrus remembered the bill for all the extra bottles. She wanted to rub her fist into Eva’s head. [What do you mean not selling them?! You can’t be planning to give all of them away for free.]

Syrus knew Eva was overall kind-hearted, and giving away some wasn’t uncommon for her.

[I am.] Eva knew the importance of selling her goods; that was how she barely scraped by in her past life. Now, living a life of comparative luxury, she did give away a few potions, but this behaviour was out of left field even for her.

Syrus calmed down, [Then why?]

[Insurance… best case people will remember it as a favour.] (Eva)

[Fine.] (Syrus)

They didn’t discuss the topic further, and Syrus went outside with the boxes off to the first point of delivery.

Anlesa knocked on Ash’s shop’s front door.

The door opened slightly.

With her head peeking out from the box, Syrus said, “Morning Ash, I got a few potions to give you.”

Ash opened up the door wider. “Hello, Syrus. Do you need help carrying that?”

“Nah, just give me some space.”

Anlesa and Ash walked inside, and now, with a better look, Ash saw how many potions Syrus brought with her.

Ash said, “That’s a lot; how many are you going to sell?”

“None, I’m giving you the top box minus two. Giving the other two boxes elsewhere, but I would appreciate it if you could give me the bottles back. They cost a bit.”

“Fair… but I am questioning your decision.” Ash turned away and went to grab something from her overhead cupboard.

Syrus placed down the boxes for a moment and turned around to check out the store. “Place is looking like a mess, what happened?”

“A bad breeze, my fault for leaving the window open,” Ash replied. She shuffled through the bottles on the cupboard, and realising the order was incorrect, she quickly sought to fix that. Then she asked, “How old are you anyway?”

Anlesa clicked her tongue. “What girl reveals their age so lightly?”

Ash looked over her shoulder and said, “Come on, you grew a smidge taller in the span of a month.”

Syrus shrugged, “A late extra growth spurt, not exactly uncommon in my family tree.”

Ash turned around, grabbing a small bottle of green powder. She walked to the boxes on the table and asked, “You said minus two from the box, right? Where do you want me to place them?” Expecting to play them somewhere in the other two boxes.

Eva replied, “Don’t worry about that; I’ll have someone pick them up.”

Ash paused and raised her eyebrow. “What? Meant to be a gift for someone?”

“Yeah? And?”

“Nothing, just getting the facts sorted.”

Anlesa shrugged. “I’m busy at the moment, so it's easier this way, and I trust you not to use them.”

“Just a boy named Ethan; he may have a pup with him. He tends to carry a small axe on his side, and his attribute is Wind.”

“Sure.” Ash rolled her eyes. “I’ll keep an eye out for him.”

“Thanks.”

Their conversation wrapped up quickly as Anlesa moved on to the next location.

Syrus kicked open the closed double doors of the Brown Oak Guild.

“Morning–Woah, are you okay, little lady?” The old man’s welcome was switched to one of concern as Anlesa walked through the door carrying boxes.

[Little lady?] (Eva)

[Don’t mind the old goat.] (Syrus)

[I know… it’s just, he is half our height?] (Eva)

"Yeah, I am fine, if anything, I am wondering how your back is.” Syrus walked to the counter and dropped the two boxes of potions. “I got a delivery of potions.”

“Now, I do appreciate the sentiment, but we can’t afford to buy many potions from you at the moment.”

“Payment has already been received, which is nothing; things have seemed more troubling recently, and the people that frequent here don’t often have the money to splurge on potions.”

“Troubling recently? Not sure where you would get that idea from.” The old man appeared confused; if there was trouble, he would’ve heard of it, and the only potential for trouble was cleaned up. “Sigh… thank you, this is appreciated.”

Compared to the other two guilds, which were large and had a more consistent stream of money following, those other guilds did focus on more dangerous requests as well. These two factors allowed the guild to purchase potions for the hunters, which they sold at a discount.

Now, people of the Brown Oak Guild still bought along potions, but they were usually the less effective ones, which was reasonable. The right tool for the job. But Eva wanted them to have some stronger ones in stock for the time being.

“Do you need my help to stack them?”

The old man waved his hand. “No, the troublesome George will be back in a moment.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to your papers and potions then. Take care.”

The man’s eyes swayed to the papers next to him of gathering quests. “Not wanting to stay and pick out a quest?”

“Nah, my to-do list is massive at the moment.”

Anlesa left as quickly as she entered and with those deliveries done. It was time to spy for a while longer.