The Way Back Home's

Two Side's

“You can make a sleeping medicine potion?” farrell.

Remy puts his shoulders. “Maybe... I did save some magic potion ingredients. I.. I've tried it once. I mean, mix it into food. Then... Then, the result was not what I expected..”.

“Wait a minute. Lest you put a magic potion into Volcano Pie and make some poisoning customers first. The case that almost got you fired was not because the material was exchanged with poisonous mushrooms? Oh my, Remy! What potion did you put in it!?” Christo glares.

“Ehm... Volcano pie is also made with herbs, ‘kan. Ka— Therefore we can set the spiciness with the mantra wattalovovi. Ja— So I thought I could put another potion in it. I... I put in a warming potion for extra.. Se— It should keep the food warm. Ja— So.. So I thought that if you put the potion into Volcano Pie, it would taste better..”.

Christo patted his forehead. “You are so careless! Volcano pie we buy from the supplier. Success rate guaranteed.”

“A— I know, I know! Ku— Please, don't tell Mr. Albert. A— I don't want to be fired.”

“If I wanted you fired, I wouldn't have defended you back then. Even if I wanted to get you fired now, do you think I could? Mr. Albert would have preferred to fire me than you.”

Remy looked down, afraid of Christo's after-snails.

“OK. Back to the sleeping potion... Remy, can you make it?” farrell asked after Remy and Christo's chat that deviated from the initial conversation.

Remy nodded. “I... once gave it to a squirrel and he. I think it worked. And.. Se— actually... I still keep the rest of the potions I made back then.”.

“You should have said this earlier!” sahut Christo is annoyed.

“Ma— Ma— Sorry.. So... do I still need to drop off the supermoon tea on Albert and Denise?”

Farrell was silent again. His mind neatly arranged the plan. The shadows of events alternately rotated in his brain. Until finally, he said, “We need to change the plan a little.” Farrell turned to Christo now. Despite feeling bad, Farrell continued, “I need your help as bait. But, this is quite dangerous.”

“Hey, we're your father's employees. Then we also have your employees. Just give the order. Right, ‘kan, Remy?” christo asked who answered Remy's slow nod.

Farrell can't smile. Anxiety filled his mind more than the relief of finding a loyal friend. He clenched his hand unconsciously. Then he redefined his plan. “Remy, I want you to prepare a tea banquet in the lower lobby as well as a snack for Jim and Joe. Everyone should be given a sleeping pill. Then go to uncle and Denise. Show me the tea box with my watch. Get them down to the lobby. Christo, you will replace Madame Bliss for tea with them. Meet them and tell them you've got me. You want to hand me over in exchange for money. Uncle and Denise love games like this, so we give them.”

“My role sounds quite challenging.” Christo smiled even.

“That sounds dangerous for a role.” whispered Remy.

“Neither, the origin of your sleeping medicine potion really works well. How Farrell, do you believe in Remy's ability to cultivate potions?”

Farrell knew he should be smiling. However, his heart was still pounding amidst anxiety and doubt. He was only able to look at Remy and said, “I believe you can make a powerful sleeping medicine potion like making a good maple chocolate bar.”

“Su— Really?” Remy looked at Farrell with widened eyes.

Seeing that, Farrell felt his tension slump a little. He nodded and smiled. “Thank you for making me a chocolate maple bar without coconut. It tastes so good. I like.”

Remy smiled broadly at hearing that. “A— I'm really honored.

“You can be a great chef, Remy. Or peru. But, to be honest, I'd rather you be a chef. Even better if you don't poison anyone,” Farrell murmured softly.

Remy is still smiling. He also began to prepare various equipment. Farrell and Christo observe his work. He attacked the water, prepared a teapot and cup, then removed the pie and chocolate cake from the refrigerator. He arranged it on a three-level plate that was commonly used for tea. They floated to the position that Remy wanted without needing to talk. As if everything is controlled by the mind. In such a way, Remy could prepare a tea banquet alone.

After preparing the snacks and tea, he went out to arrange the table.

“Actually, how many employees are employed here?” ask Farrell while waiting for everything to be ready.

“Four.”

“Fourty people?”

“Four people.”

“Four people? Seriously?”

“Emily in the reservation section, Remy in the kitchen, William takes care of the outside, and I the inside. Ah, I forgot to mention our three pets. Two should. Bailey and Barney work for the inn. Gizmo's not an official pet. Haven't. In the meantime, he's still my personal pet.”

“You never told me about Emily.”

“Diaxeciduous.”

“She looks like an ordinary woman who likes to bite her lips.” Farrell never spoke to him. Emily had only ever greeted him or given him info. In Farrell's eyes, Emily seemed ordinary, far from dangerous.

“Emily has two personalities.”

“Hah?”

“He can suddenly be good in one day and evil in another. The change is extreme. I think he only bites his lips when he's good. William, Remy, and I realized that. So, we chose to stay away from him for safety. When he was fine, Gizmo even wanted to perch in his hands. But, when the evil side appeared.He became very cold, indifferent, suddenly lazy to do something, and just paced near the portal door. I wonder what the borders of these two worlds are that make it like that.”

“I've never learned about multiple personalities. but it sounds interesting.”.

Christo nodded. “Very interesting also creepy. She could love the strawberry shortcake one day and hate it the next. One day, he arranged the flowers in the dining room with Remy while humming and another day carrying a spooky stone statue while wailing. When his evil side comes out, he always gives me goosebumps.”

“Stone sculpture? I don't see any stone statues around here.”

“Info n't. We don't have a stone statue here. Your father and uncle don't like statues. So, we just put on some paintings. Ah, naw. Your uncle doesn't seem to like paintings or art either. Maybe it was Emily's private sculpture she collected in her room. Did I ever tell you that all the employees live here?”

“I can guess. But, why would Emily keep a stone statue in her room?”

Christo shrugs his shoulders. “Entahlah. You can't guess someone's hobby.”

Farrell did not want to guess further, but this conversation reminded him of the looters.