The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

ISIDORA

While Elessia finished up. I wandered over to the fabric section, running my fingers over the cloth and looking for something comfortable but sturdy.

Since I’d traded one of the dresses for Fabric, I picked a dark one to sew Blaze a set of clothes.

I knew how to sew. Servants had to know how to do everything to help their ladies, so I could make it for him myself

I took the amount of fabric I was allowed and even managed to get a sewing kit.

Honestly, that made me happier than the pretty new dress.

“Mmm… if I were you, I’d leave him naked all day just so I could enjoy the view of a monument like that.”

“Don’t be shameless. Poor man.” I huffed, trying to help her with the weight, but she wouldn’t let me.

“Stop giving people reasons to talk. You know it looks bad if you help me. I’ve got it…”

I sighed, thinking I’d never get used to being some arrogant, stuck-up bitch.

We were almost ready to leave when a section we hadn’t explored caught my eye.

This place was so huge I hadn’t seen even half of it, but the sign that said Medicine pulled me in right away.

“Go ahead and show the clerk the stuff. I’ll be right there…” I told Elessia, then headed toward those shelves.

I stopped in front of the ointments and, Goddess… I had no idea which one to choose.

I wanted to help Blaze, so after reading a few labels here and there, I picked a little green glass jar.

It helped wounds heal and soothed the burning and itching from burns.

I had struck his arm with a branding iron, and even with werewolf healing, the poor man had to be weak as hell.

I tightened my fingers around the jar and glanced into the adjoining room, where the shelves somehow looked even more luxurious.

That was where Arlene had gone.

I figured I wouldn’t see her again for a while, but when I made my way back to the front, I found her arguing with the

woman at the counter.

“What do you mean you can’t sell it to me? Here’s the money, and more than enough of it. I need that tonic!” she shouted, slamming a hand on the counter, but the woman didn’t even blink.

I’m sorry, Lady Arlene, but this isn’t about money. The Reconstitution Tonic comes from an anonymous seller and is only prepared by request. She sells it only to whoever she chooses…”