White Asia building with steep gradient roof, on the east side of the royal castle.
Through that upstairs window, two men were looking out.
"Oh, boy."
Shoulder shrugged was a romance grey gentleman who tightly cemented his hair with oil. Here, he is the Dean of the Royal School of Magic.
At the end of his gaze is the main entrance to the College.
There were still noble servants and squatters gathered there, pushing each other with the gatekeepers.
"I can't give you Elixir. Yes, I've said it many times, but I don't know."
A skinny middle-aged man with a curved mouth, shaking his head left and right in a fed up manner.
His name is Termano. He has become a professor at the School of Magic and is a well-known pharmacist who calls himself the best of the kingdom.
Without his knowledge and skill, we wouldn't have been able to create Elixir.
"This is exactly what happens when you don't have ears to listen to."
The Dean of the Academy, like Termano, leaned his mouth wide
"Successful Manufacturing of Elixirs"
This has been the situation since the newspaper was issued.
"Even if it succeeds, it's trace. If you take it, you won't be able to expect the effects of Triple E."
Initially, the Dean briefed the visiting servants.
"Unfortunately, we are also not looking for materials. No more manufacturing is possible."
But they are not convinced. No, I guess their Lord won't snort.
No matter how many times I let him see me in the face, he only said, 'Give me the elixir'.
The Dean of the College, who gave up persuasion, now refuses all requests for visits. Pushing back with strength.
Sounds high there, sounds like a knock.
"Dean! The use of the Marquis is better. I really want you to meet the Dean of the Academy."
It was the captain of the gatekeeper who showed himself across the door.
"Don't let anyone through, I told you so."
College director looking back and making a slightly more rugged look.
You look troubled when you see it, but the captain won't go back. He's holding his mouth as he stands.
"Threatened?
On that inquiry, the captain rounded his back slightly and agreed.
"Dirty imitation."
College director who frowns and throws up.
The captain asks for his personal name and tries to flicker and pass the demands for retaliation later. Hands commonly used by aristocratic servants.
"I will always protect you. Don't worry about it."
He doesn't look completely relieved, but the captain nevertheless pulled back.
Termano opens his curved mouth as he glances at the closed door.
"Was it a mistake to publish"
Continue the words without waiting for a reply.
"Elixir has been, until now, the only thing in the legend. This time, it proved to exist in real life."
The Dean of the College continues silently.
"I thought that was the most important thing. Paper describing the method of manufacture and the evidentiary kind. These two are the treasures of the people."
But the world reacted differently. and Termano shook his head.
"All they want is an elixir as a potion. There's no need for academic value."
A curved professor with a mouth that cuts words and gives a sinking look.
With that figure sidelined, the College Director began to speak quietly.
"Sometimes I get so pessimistic. The lords of the people who are pushing here are all old men. Don't look at this as public."
Calm and gentle voice. It seems to coach students with narrower horizons.
"Mr. Termano. You're still a young man in your mid-forties, and you're a high-ranking healing technician."
I carry on the words as I feel my gaze turn this way.
"It will be full of energy and strength. And injuries and illnesses can be cured by their own magic."
I don't think I'm young, but the magic thing is right.
Termano listens silently.
"Maybe that's why it's so unrealistic. The old man's obsession with life is awesome. The older you get, the stronger it gets."
"The older you get, the better. It doesn't feel very constructive though."
The dean laughs small at the edge of his mouth as he tilts his little neck.
"A student who got a long holiday. Imagine that. Wouldn't you stick to every second of every minute the less days you have left?
I think about the students who have replaced their holidays with their lives and have coached them so far. Then I had something in mind.
"If you ask me, the younger I feel pale about life and death"
Pathway consultation with stretching students. Sometimes they trouble Termano with the following lines:
"If you want to dream, you can die wild bastard."
That's not the momentum on the spot. At this moment, the students are totally serious.
Strength that makes dreams seem feasible. If you have it, you don't stop it. I'll do whatever I can to support you.
But most of them try to put their lives on bad bets for minutes.
(some swung out a halt and stepped down the road as pharmacists)
I had dreams, but I wasn't strong enough.
All I make is junk potion, and the yield is bad. Soon, he disappeared from among the pharmacists.
(I didn't know that would turn out that way)
At one point, poor quality ecstasy appeared in Wangdu Hanayu Realm.
Although it has a slight effect, it is almost a poison. Many women were suffering from severe illness.
"What do you mean to use this kind of thing on people!
Termano, trembling with anger, cooperates fully. It focuses on analyzing ecstasy and treating women.
Fortunately, the criminal organization was picked and the case was solved. Many were captured.
(I didn't mean to hear that name here)
Among them was a former godson. He had already been executed for dyeing his hands in manufacturing.
Bad aftertaste then. It is still in the depths of my heart, as it is in my discharge.
The dean tells me to comfort him as he looks at the termano that darkened his eyes.
"What you have not gained is a great step forward in the magic technology of the people. Stretch your chest."
The expression belongs to an adult who looks at a difficult child.
For the Dean, Termano remained a brilliant but hands-on, blind student.
"As long as we get Ambrosia, the problem will be solved."
Without realizing such thoughts, Termano closes his eyes and exhales.
That word has been repeated every time here lately. The Dean replies the same as usual.
"What I possessed was Reaper, also known as the most powerful pilot in the empire. With His Majesty's help, nothing will happen."
Termano looking down and shaking his head left and right.
I will state without misunderstanding that the explosion-bottomed sister has not spoken of the origin of Ambrosia.
But it was no longer a well-known fact in the upper realm that it was a reaper.
(If you don't even give me a name, secrets will be kept. I guess that's what you thought)
With a smiling thought, the Dean of the College remembers what an exploded bottom sister looks like.
"As someone who works in a whorehouse, I can't answer such questions."
She told Rin that in front of the professor and the dean of the college. Young-like straightness is what college directors prefer.
(But if you do a little research, it's easy to understand)
Prospects for parents, such as toddler lies. I'm just pretending not to notice.
From the point of view of the Dean of the Academy, it's about the extent of the hiding of your sister in the explosion.
(The Imperial delegation of the signing of the Truce, the Reaper visited as part of it, is receiving her hospitality)
Besides, it was the reaper who wanted it strongly.
Honestly, that's all that makes Ambrosia's origins obvious.
(I guess he tried to do a revenge)
Cheeks of college directors who think about history and loosen even more.
It is a famous story that in the divine match of the Holy Capital, your explosion-bottomed sister defeated Reaper.
The top reaper in the world. I guess I couldn't keep losing to her who was anonymous.
(but lost again)
After a fierce battle, she says, she got the fruit.
It was once again the students of the College who defeated the symbol of the Empire's martial arts. It was painful and the Dean of the College was sending a drink in his heart.
(That Reaper has twice delayed the same opponent. Not very much, but it can be done sooner)
I guess I gave him what he wanted and pushed hard enough to keep him out of his mouth.
"Fortunately, the reaper himself doesn't realize the value of the fruit. But if it is within the Empire, any day it will be discovered. We have to do something about it by then."
Dean of the College to tighten his expression.
Termano opens his crooked mouth as he watches how it goes.
"So far, you'll have to expect seeds"
Materials ceded from your exploded bottom sister. It also included seeds of grains to go.
Currently, they are handed over to professors specializing in plants and cultivation is attempted with great care.
"Right, our herb cultivation technology is one head out of the way more than any other country. You must do it."
It was two snorts.
Awok, a local city in the Kingdom.
West of Wang Du, in a two-day position with a regular golem carriage.
A long chestnut straight woman merchant walking within that merchant guild.
Though thin, the chest is tall and model shaped.
"Letter? Thanks"
Receive a seal from an official and return a smile.
What floats in the face of a middle-aged male employee is a loose smile. Of course, I don't forget to touch my hands subtly when I hand them over.
After the woman merchant leaves, the next old merchant to come to the counter calls out to a middle-aged official.
"Wow, you're beautiful."
"Style is good. Look where my ass is."
The middle-aged official raised his hands to chest height.
The old merchant looks back, sees exactly what the lady merchant looks like trying to get out and blows a whistle.
"After all, the elves are amazing"
"And those long ears, they're actually rumors of a sexy belt. You know, mellow if you knock it off."
With a nasty laugh, two uplifting people. They have no experience with elves.
Goddamn it, do it.
"Take a break and come to the king's capital. You had a store to deal with, like," Floy "for sure."
"You can't take it. I envy you, after this, you were going to King's Landing, weren't you?
To the words of a middle-aged official, an old merchant with an outspoken face.
"I don't have any money. Fast food or just a ticket shop these days."
The fun conversation continued until the next guest approached the counter.
Meanwhile, a long chestnut straight woman merchant, after a merchant guild.
Sit in a chair under a square parasol and order a drink.
"It's nothing."
Sealed wax with the engraving of a world tree. I look at it later and see what's inside.
Of course, that doesn't make sense.
After the iced tea arrived, he cut the wax with a knife and took out the letter.
"Yeah, Ambrosia, huh?
Paper lined with elusive top ancient characters. Read that at first reading, whine.
She's heard of it, too. Almost a legendary fruit, also known as the fruit of God.
"Head to Landburn and gather information about Ambrosia in confidence. The key lies in the imperial pilot, Reaper '
The contents of the letter are such.
"It's okay to go."
My next appointment is the longtime King's Capital.
So I was visiting a fellow-run whorehouse and trying to comfort myself with a man elf.
But that's okay after Landburn.
"I'm not running from the store."
There is no refusal to follow the instructions in the letter.
The request from the inside is something they should follow.
"And this time, Master High Elf, it's a direct request."
Whistle gently.
A superior being rarely seen even in an elf. High elves gather in a hall set in the trunk of a world tree.
I've never heard much of anything from them.
"Extremely honored. Do you want to stick around?"
So I laugh niggly.
"Death Sickle of Reaper. I'd love to taste it if I could."
She often sleeps with people during business discussions. But satisfaction is not something I can do very well.
Her regular visits to her compatriots' stores are in search of healing for the man's elves.
"Let me be satisfied. Hey, I don't need money. Come on"
When he finished drinking and stood up, he put his hands behind his head and went across the square with a light foothold.
The location moves from Awok to the south.
It's a rough land, full of rocks and debris. Some kind of warcraft lives, but no one lives in the human race.
Now, on the ground here, there was a crack without sound.
That's not just one bottle, it appears one after the other. The direction is not constant either.
Literally, it stretches vertically and horizontally.
"Gaaah! Gaaah!
The birds who perceive the anomaly step through the earth and flee to the sky.
The countless cracks that appeared in the wilderness painted a huge circle filled with lines.
……
Spooky silence that dominates the neighborhood. Now the birds have stopped speaking.
Put aside a little while, a ringing heavy bass. The ground slowly began to fall from the center of the circle to the inside.
its range, a thousand meters in diameter. It would also be hundreds of meters deep.
The way it collapsed into the ground, to a size too large, was still like slow motion.
"What is this shake?
The old woman was taking a small golem carriage down a road cut through the woods.
Stop the carriage while you tongue. They took the wheel from left to right and couldn't move in the direction they wanted.
"I don't think he's falling."
Shivering face to the carrier in a worried manner. What was piled there were nuts in bags and bunches of grass that came with strings. All of them can be taken around here.
At the same time you feel safe, you see unfamiliar objects in the back of your vision.
"Is that a cloud? But it's pretty dirty."
In the southern direction, a huge smoke is gushing. The color was dark loess.
An old woman staring at it silently.
When the hood is worn back deep, the removed scarf suppresses the nose and mouth.
The next moment, a gust of wind around the sand arrives from the south. Even in the woods, that's about to blow me away.
(Hmm)
Wind passed in a dozen seconds.
The vision lost by the smoke also gradually recovers and goes.
The old woman pulled the reins hard and strolled Golem's horse's head toward the smoke. The sway of the earth has finally subsided.
(I risk myself with curiosity. It's not that age.)
A certain expectation in my heart.
What comes to mind is the appearance of a small old man resembling a goblin.
(If you have a good story, you might get a reward.)
How many years has it been since I last tasted it? Reminds me of the flavor and shivers my lower abdomen to expectations.
(Shit, I'm coming back)
Bitter old woman, not worthy of age. But I don't change my mind.
The carriage began to travel south.