Chapter 30 [The young couple tries to help Sera...]
In short, the drugs that Silas haphazardly drank caused changes in his body that Mela could not have predicted.
Fortunately, after a period of observation, Mela found that apart from becoming smarter and being able to learn to speak like a human child, Silas did not show any other abnormalities.
Noticing that Mela was observing him, Silas, who had been playing with a small colorful pom-pom, tilted his head and looked over.
"Mera?" it asked, its tone tinged with doubt.
"Are you there, looking at me?"
Because he has only been learning to speak for a short time, Silas inevitably stumbles when he speaks.
“Yes, we’re watching a lucky little crow.” Mela smiled and patted Silas’s fluffy head.
Silas is really lucky.
Before Wipdo's death, Mela wouldn't have dared to openly tinker with these potions under his nose. If Wipdo knew she had gotten involved with a witch—
Given Wipdo's personality, for her safety, he would definitely force her to swear an oath in front of him that she would never again try these herbal combinations that ordinary doctors had never heard of, so as not to arouse suspicion from those with ulterior motives.
Mela didn't want to be forced to choose between acceptance and resistance, so she simply suppressed her desire to try for the time being and planned to find a secluded cave in the mountains later.
Unexpectedly, Wipdo passed away, leaving her all alone in the house.
As for the potions Silas drank, Mela hadn't even had a chance to test their specific effects.
“Wait,” Lex interrupted Mela’s recollection, “weren’t those potions made by you according to the secret recipes written in the book?”
"Are you kidding? Of course not."
Mela casually recounted something that left everyone speechless.
“The books you saw in the basement were collected by me later. At first, I tried to make potions entirely based on my memory and experience. Of course, there were many failures. The few potions that seemed to be successful were bottled up and hidden deep in the cabinet.”
That's why Mela said Silas was lucky.
The potions, whose exact effects were unknown, blended and transformed within Silas's body, ultimately creating a miracle.
The most distinctive feature of miracles is their unrepeatable randomness.
Even though Mela made many similar attempts based on her memory, no second talking rabbit or cat appeared by her side.
Mela couldn't help but feel a little sorry about this.
"...In that case, Silas was incredibly lucky to have survived." Lex said after a moment of silence.
“Who says otherwise? It’s a pity its good luck doesn’t seem to work when it comes to finding a mate.” Mela looked at Silas, who was like a walking corpse in the room.
Lex nodded in agreement.
*
Sometimes one can't help but suspect that the words uttered by a skilled prophet might be some kind of omen.
A few days later, Silas's condition could no longer be described as gloomy; he lay motionless on Mela's table, seemingly devoid of any will to live, letting Mela poke his belly with her finger. It was as if his soul had drifted away to an unknown distance.
"What's wrong now? Maybe you can tell us, and Lex and I can help you think of a solution?" Mela, unusually willing to act as a considerate hostess, asked in a gentle voice.
“I…” Silas was somewhat tempted by Mela’s words and hesitantly began to speak.
"Hmm?" Mela gently offered a question, as if paving the way for Silas to say what he was about to say.
Sure enough, with Mela's encouragement, Silas, who was already feeling pent up, seemed to have found a reason to vent, and poured out all the bitterness in his heart in fits and starts.
It recounted its first encounter with the white dove: "It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. As usual, I flew to the lakeside to admire the scenery when suddenly a white figure swept overhead, drawing all my attention..."
Wait a minute, despite Silas's very literary description, Mela felt a strong sense of familiarity between the lines, as if she had seen such a refined opening somewhere before.
Where is it? Mela listened, her mind wandering as she tried to recall.
Oh! A sudden thought struck Mela, and she remembered that this was the beginning of a novel she had long since shelved.
So when did Silas take out these books to read? Or did he deliberately read them secretly without her knowledge?
Mela's gaze towards Silas suddenly became exceptionally deep.
However, too engrossed in his story, Silas failed to notice the change in Mela's eyes, continuing to describe its fleeting, breathtaking appearance, "...that pure white feather, that graceful figure soaring through the sky, made my heart race every second..."
"Alright, alright, I know it was a very beautiful white dove. Now you can get to the point." Mela tapped the table with her index finger, signaling Silas to quickly bring out the main text.
If Silas were to write a novel, his readers would surely become impatient with his verbose writing style.
Fortunately, Silas, having received Mela's warning, immediately cleared his throat and swallowed back the praise that was about to come out, instead addressing the part Mela was most concerned about:
"...Although I pursued this young and beautiful Miss White Dove with great enthusiasm, she avoided me at all costs and repeatedly rejected my advances."
"for example?"
"For example, whenever I tried to approach it, it would immediately fly away as if it were frightened; one day I picked a bunch of pretty wildflowers to show it, and I deliberately placed the flowers near its nest, in a spot where it would definitely see them as soon as it flew back from outside. Unexpectedly, when I went to check on it the next day, I found that the flowers were still there, but the nest was empty..."
The mention of these painful memories made Silas's mood sink again. He couldn't understand why he had been rejected. Was there a crow in the world who was more intelligent and handsome than him?
In terms of self-confidence, Silas shares the same unwavering determination as its owner.
“Perhaps it’s because pigeons are on the crow’s diet,” Lex muttered quietly from the side.
"So as soon as she saw you approaching, the pigeon thought you were going to make it her prey for the day, so of course she had to run away."
"Hmm? Is that so?" Mela looked enlightened, as if what Lex said made a lot of sense.
Even if the other party is a pigeon, it would be too much to ask it to fall in love with its natural enemy.
"So that's how it is?!"
Silas also looked extremely shocked.
It's understandable that it didn't know, since it had been with Mela since it was a chick, and basically ate whatever Mela ate, never hunting for itself like other crows.
As for the fact that pigeons are on the crows' menu, Silas, who prides himself on being different from other crows and cannot communicate with them, naturally had no way of knowing this.
“But I never showed any intention to attack Miss Lily. I even had a flower in my mouth, intending to give it to her…” Silas stammered.
"That's exactly how it's written in all the romance novels Mela has read..."
"Ha, so you admit you've been secretly reading those novels I've been keeping hidden away!" Mela's focus somehow veered off course.
Lex managed to steer the conversation back on track, "I remember that ravens don't usually win a mate's heart by sending flowers, do they?"
He now understood why Silas's advances had failed. It turned out he had tried to apply the same tactics men use to woo women, but no matter how he looked at it, the white dove didn't seem like she would accept it.
After all, it was just an ordinary pigeon! To it, Silas's behavior must have seemed both strange and terrifying.
“But I’ve never seen how normal crows court.” Silas’s anger suddenly subsided.
It had only ever seen how Mela's suitors fawned over her in White Pine Town.
"Oh?" Lex made a cryptic sound, seemingly quite interested. "So what did Mela's suitors do?"
“I sent her little trinkets from the market, found her precious herbs, and invited her to a dance party to dance together…” Silas racked his brains to recall.
Although Mela wasn't interested in those little gadgets at all, they all ended up becoming her toys.
Although Mela said after the ball that dancing all night was too tiring and she would never go again.
“Is that so?” Lex said thoughtfully, a slight smile playing on his lips. “But you see, none of these methods have moved Mela, have they?”
Otherwise, how could Mela have fled White Pine Town alone and helpless?
Therefore, Silas was wrong to start by learning from their methods.
“…It’s not that it didn’t work at all,” Mela, the person being pursued, retorted. “At least I remember that the person who gave me the Star Vine was named Prini, the son of a herbalist who lived in the neighboring town of Black River.”
"Wasn't the person who gave you the Star-Spotted Vine named Nipple? And his father was clearly a grain merchant in Black River Town?" Silas asked in confusion.
Upon hearing this, Lex clenched his right fist and pressed it to his lips to avoid accidentally laughing out loud and angering Mela.
Mela shut up sullenly, and glared at Silas and Lex.
Lex is one thing, but why doesn't Silas learn his lesson and insist on sabotaging her?
"In short, these are all bad examples, so you'd better not follow them in the future," Lex cleared his throat and said seriously.
"Then what do you think I should do?" Silas lowered his head, adopting a humble attitude, and asked Lex for advice.
Lex didn't try to fool it and gave a seemingly reliable solution: "It's simple, just find a crow that has successfully courted a mate and use it as an example."
Since they succeeded, it means their approach must have some merit.
“Alright, for my love, I’m willing to make such a huge sacrifice.” Silas was silent for a moment, then clenched his wings, as if he had made up his mind.
"Go Silas!" As its owner, Mela gave it her unreserved support.
Then she looked at Lex, who had not yet responded.
"...Good luck," Lex said, forcing himself to speak.
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