I Reincarnated as a Losing Heroine, the Hero’s Childhood Friend Who Lost to the Main Heroine, so I Switched Jobs to Alchemist

"Um, as I already told you yesterday, Laura, I'm promoting you to assistant today! Congratulations!

Called in first thing in the morning, the decree told.

If I were to receive Mr. Caspel's words as they stood, it would mean that he was promoted to assistant - from King's Conditioner Apprentice to King's Conditioner Assistant, with the title promoted to. I can see that, but I don't see why they suddenly told me to get a promotion. I didn't even mention this kind of merit in particular, and I learned for the first time that the status of assistant existed in the first place.

"No, what do you mean, um... assistant?

I asked, leaving the confusion intact to my voice and expression. It was Arnold who stood behind me, the one who answered that question - when I was there.

"Wang chef's assistant. He has a higher status than an apprentice, but he is not a regular King's cook."

Why is he here?

With doubt and discomfort, but it does not appear on the table and overlaps the question.

"An assistant... did you have such a system?

"Special."

They say it out in a light, natural tone, and lose the word.

Special provisions. My head became more and more confused by that word.

When I was talented, I remember Mr. Caspel telling me directly that he was a genius. But I don't think I'm capable of showing off my accomplishments in front of him enough to enforce special provisions on me.

- In the first place, what the hell kind of special case is an assistant? Above all, I want to hear that.

But sooner than I asked, Mr. Caspel opened his mouth, smiling bitterly at me not even trying to hide his confusion.

"Only Arnold has ever carried the title of assistant. It's Laura's second one."

I looked at Arnold unexpectedly, waving behind my back. But he didn't seem to feel anything. He had a sober look, and he didn't even look at me.

"As you may know, I have to have at least two years of training in order to be a regular King's cook. After two years as an apprentice, you'll be eligible for a promotion exam."

Arnold stood next to Mr. Caspel. Black eyes still don't catch this one, wandering around.

"That being said, I can't believe I'm a genius to be a regular King's cook in my third year... well, I'm next door. I made a special one for this cute little genius."

Ha ha, and Mr. Caspel spilled a dry laugh. Genius, is it my fault that I felt a thorn in the sound of words with

Nevertheless, Arnolt still seems to carry a great deal of vocation (at best) to make it from that talent to the special. I looked into the cold black eyes that I didn't seem interested in, and I thought I knew a little about Senior Lina's feelings.

The eyes accidentally pointed this way. Unexpectedly my spine stretches, Arnold tells me to seep some sympathy into his voice.

"I have to convince the hard-headed people to change the conditions themselves to take the promotion exam. It's a special case made by Sempai and others who took care of it as a way out. I haven't been eligible to take the promotion exam yet, but I've been trying to crush an" apprentice ”with a jumping talent for a long time. Apprenticeships cannot be formulated without the presence of an educator, but if they are assistants, they can be prepared by themselves. Other powers not granted to apprentices are granted to assistants"

"You're full of malice. Sounds like an explanation... well, you're right"

It is dissatisfaction that makes no denial of Arnold's false claims, Mr. Caspel. Arnold's explanation was sufficient to observe that he had been treated as such in Special Provision No. 1.

From their story, can I fall in love with being bought talent? That's a great honor, but the more I listen to you, the more different questions come up.

"Laura, I'm sure you'll be a regular King's cook by this time next year, too. During the last demonic raid, Laura knew exactly what her arm was as a cook."

Smile and round your eyes to the words you are told.

During the last demonic raid. That would be when Veik lost his right eye - when a large group of demons appeared just outside the Wang capital.

By the way, I haven't seen Vake yet. He had suffered multiple major injuries, not only to his right eye, and furthermore, the demon poison was spinning all over his body. Both injuries and poison were fully healed early with restorative drugs, but he is still unfamiliar with life with one eye, and he refuses to see me in person because he doesn't want to be seen that pitiful way.

"Not only was Arnold working faster, but he maximized his recovery."

"When did you see it..."

"You haven't seen it."

An unexpected reply immediately flew in and I opened my eyes even further.

If you haven't seen it, why do you know it?

Mr. Caspel speaks with precise answers so as to take away the questions in my mind.

"Recommended by Arnold and Oliver."

Mr. Caspel, who proclaimed so rashly. I accidentally raised a bewildered voice, "Yep..."

Arnold is making me talented. That's definitely a story, and I don't think it's surprising that you would even recommend me if it were.

The other one, Mr. Oliver, used my healing pills and complimented me. He, too, may have complimented and reported to Mr Caspel on the effectiveness of my recovery medication.

Genius who made special provisions and vice president of the Knights. Enough for a title. Is it a good thing to enforce special provisions without actually being sure with your own eyes?

The question also remains as to why it is promoted at this time. Is it also a case where you want to instruct me or entrust me with something by promoting me to an assistant and giving me a definite and lighter status than an apprentice?

To me still with a bewildered look, Mr. Caspel shows his white teeth and laughs callously. He had a pleasant smile.

"Oh, but Laura snuck me on her recovery pills the other day. Lina helped me, and I saw how she was going to formulate it. I realized how handy Laura is and how high the quality of her recovery pills is. No, I knew you were a genius!

Somewhat relieved by the quick-mouthed and swept words. I didn't decide to enforce the special provisions without seeing it in my own eyes, just by recommending it to the boulders.

Nevertheless, when was the recovery drug I made coming from Senior Lina's hand to Mr. Caspel's? When were they watching the work? I had no idea if I was blunt or Mr. Caspel was the one to do it.

I still have a feeling of confusion, but still, I am afraid of being praised for this directly from the front. Of course I'm happy, but more embarrassed than that.

I lowered my gaze and opened my mouth.

"Knowledge of the formula is all I can remember right away for some reason"

"That's what I call talent. Besides, Laura... do the same thing every time with the amount of fresh water and the time to stop the frying fire. By analogy, it looks like a clock that carves time precisely without a second of discrepancy! I actually timed it a few times, I'm pretty sure."

To Mr. Caspel's words, I looked again to my surprise.

- Same timing every time. Accurate as a clock.

I leaned my neck before the compliment was directed at me and I broke my cheek with joy, would I?

I do change the amount of genuine water and the timing of stopping the fire, to suit each of the herbs - but I wasn't aware that I was doing the work so accurately that I was called at the same amount and timing every time, as if it were an uneven watch.

The amount of true water is measured properly. The timing of stopping the fire also weighs some time in the brain. But instead of always mechanically weighing it with an hourglass or something, there was something I relied on for my senses - ambiguous judgments and visual judgments that this would be about it.

"Laura is a genius."

As doubtful as it seemed, Mr. Caspel smiled at me so that I could press the word "genius," I was now told to pinch my mouth.

From Ms Caspel's point of view, perhaps my unnatural talent for formulation is not just memory. Another thing, I may have been born lucky enough by God to be gifted with talent.

Think of it, I've never failed in a formula before. You must be bored by your master to the point of blur. I thought that was because of my unusual good memory - but were other talents involved?

In Mr. Caspel's words, the once lidded question gave him another peek in the face.

Why is this conveniently equipped only with the necessary abilities for the chef? Especially this unnatural memory. How can it be easily remembered with only knowledge of the formula?

My master also told me that it was because I was talented. That is a great pleasure. For me to aspire to be a connoisseur, I don't even wish. However, this memory, which is not exerted at all in other areas, is unnatural no matter what you think. Besides, this time, I was praised for doing the work at the same time every time, like a machine, rather than just talking about where I was getting the right time. That's from me, unconscious.

I don't think about it, maybe I just should be happy. Maybe I should be proud that I have talent. But when I tried to reason for this unnatural talent somehow - the idea that my becoming a conditioner in this world was a decided mission (at best) was past my brain.

- No, that's not true. I chose this path of my own accord. To live my life, not "Last Brave" Laura Ampere.

I waved lightly and saw Mr. Caspel. Then he realizes my gaze and turns off the grin he was floating on and gets a serious look. And he stared straight at me.

I've never seen Mr. Caspel with such a serious look.

I accidentally swallowed my spit. Unconsciously, he had a strong grip on the hem of his white coat.

"Again, Mr. Laura Ampere. I hereby appoint you as Assistant to the King's Descendant on today's date. And -"

So I cut the word once, and Mr. Caspel sees Arnold next door.

At that point I perceived the following words: And at the same time, it solved the mystery of why he was present here.

"Your new educator asks Arnold Rocco"

Words come out of his mouth as expected.

But this is very convenient, something you don't even wish for. He thought that in the future he should have more opportunities to act with Arnold about Elvira or ask for his opinion. If Arnold has made me an educator, I don't have to bother ambushing him in front of the dorm room to meet him.

While I think it's a very convenient development, it might be natural to think that special provisions have been made for each other.

Sneaking up on Arnold next to Mr. Caspel. Then he stared at me, too, and he had a bee's eye.

I'm going to ask for it, and I'll see you lightly. Then Arnold nodded somewhere satisfied and responded.

"And I'm sorry for what happened to Laura all of a sudden.

Then to the words that swayed the eardrum, I turn my gaze back to Mr. Caspel again. Then he crooked his face so sorry that he was even more round his back than usual.

Based on that attitude and language, I could predict that something less convenient would come down to me this time. - Yes, I could have done that.

"It's a short period of time, but I'm going to ask the two of you to travel to the Platonovena branch in the north.... starting tomorrow"

"... what?

- Until a sudden travel order, I couldn't have expected a boulder.