[Fgo]the Knights of the Round Table Want Me to Confess

You are a novice alchemist wandering the world in search of your destiny. After a long journey, you finally found a place where you can display your talents... You opened an alchemy pharmacy in a small town near the royal capital of Camelot. The pharmacy business is booming. You are very happy, but also confused - for some reason, every customer who comes to your door has almost the same needs. A lady who came to buy medicine: "I attended the wedding of my friend's son, and I was very attracted to the knight groom... I need a medicine that can make me and him fall in love." You: "...?" You hesitantly sell a charm potion, and the customer leaves with satisfaction. A young maid: "I serve a noble lady, but she fell in love with a young knight on the eve of her engagement. They have the same mind, but they have never been able to cross the step blocked by fate. I really hope I can give the lady courage and help!" You: "...?" You think for a moment, sell a charm potion, and the customer leaves with satisfaction. A lost girl: "I fell in love with a handsome knight, but there are too many women who admire him. I really hope he can notice me... Do you understand what I mean?" You: "Leave it to me!" You skillfully sold a charm potion, and the customer left with satisfaction. Three months later, you were arrested by the Knights of the Round Table who made you angry because you were operating without a license and indirectly administering medicine to the knights of the capital more than 800 times. You: "...?" You (shocked): "What? It turns out that the knights who were drugged by previous customers were all the same people??" # Medicinal materials are unsaleable, save the black traders# ​#Sister, our place is a drug store, not a supplies store# #Forget it, I don't know the Knights of the Round Table anyway, I'll just give you the medicine# *The game is inspired by "Poison Craft: Alchemy Simulator" *A magically modified medieval background, including a large number of literary creations of the Knights of the Round Table *I cut my own leg flesh and write blindly. Purpose: Without love, there will be no eternal life