Chapter 49: Twas Too Late!

  Celia: “…”

  With the number of required potions being so damn high… Celia was surprised into silence. By the time she woke up… the Goddess was in a regal office, with the treaty in front of her. At the very least… the couch she was sitting on was very comfy.

  Celia: “Fiona… do you understand why there weren’t any more shipments?” She asked with a sigh.

  Fiona: “Oh, I know. That society fell long ago, with our side of the deal being lost to time.” She replied with a nod.

  Celia: “Then… why wait so long to get the treat resigned, and ask for more Air Potions from the existing societies?” She asked in reply, feeling a headache coming on.

  Fiona: “Our supply isn’t depleted. We still have 50 or so more years before we’re even close to running out.” She answered with an unbothered shrug.

  As stated, the Merfolk were… well, to not be nice about it… lazy to the highest extent. The only time they were engaged… was with their spouses.

  This wasn’t the case before, but the Merfolk have been at peace for millions of years. A society like that… as you’d expect, would, of course, get lazy.

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  Celia: “But… can this Air Potion still be made? I haven’t heard about it before, ever.” She said with a concerned tone.

  Fiona: “We have the recipe, Princess Celia.” She replied with a giggle.

  Celia: “If you have the recipe… why not just send someone up to the surface, have them make more potions, and ignore the treaty altogether?” She added with a cute head tilt.

  Fiona: “That… would be too much work!” She exclaimed with a pout. “Mother pushed this damn job on me, and I barely have time to myself these days…” She thought, continuing to pout, despite only being required to do one or two things as Empress a week.

  Celia: “(- _ -)”

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  Sighing inwardly, Celia signed the renewed treaty. From talking to Fiona… Celia was now aware of how that dead society managed to get such a good deal. “These Merfolk are too simple, dulled by peace. Well… that isn’t a bad thing, most of the time.” She thought with a giggly sigh.

  While those long dead people tricked the Merfolk into signing a horribly unfair deal, Celia wouldn’t try to trick them further. Scamming them would be easy, wrong, and no fun at all, were Celia’s thoughts on the matter.

  Later.

  Celia: “The recipe is…” She spoke, hands shaking.

  Fiona: “Oh, can you please tell us the recipe?! It was written in the Human tongue, but we don’t speak, nor read it…” She excitedly pleaded.

  Celia: “…” “That ancient society was completely whitewashed in spoken and or written history. They were a death cult!!!” She secretly exclaimed in her thoughts.

  Dread filled Celia’s mind, realizing that the Merfolk all oddly spoke Ancient Chinese, and how… she likely couldn’t fulfill the Air Potion order at all…