บท 141: THERE COULD BE ONLY ONE BIG BROTHER

NEOMA gulped when she saw that the ointment that Madam Hammock used to make her wounds, cuts, and marks disappear was almost empty. She suddenly felt guilty because she knew how much she used them.

And sometimes, she would even request the Healing Sage to use them on her friends.

"Princess Neoma, thanks to your resistance to poison, you were able to resist the attack of Duke Hawthorne's poisonous butterflies," Madam Hammock said in a relieved voice. "And the ointment works splendidly on your skin so don't worry about the marks all over you body."

"Madam Hammock, the magic ointment is almost empty," Neoma said worriedly. "I feel guilty because for the past three years, I've been using it endlessly."

The Healing Sage chuckled and shook her head. "You don't have to feel guilty, Princess Neoma," she said, then she looked at the bottle of the ointment. "Hisa belongs to the royal family and you have all the right to use this as you wishes, Your Royal Highness."