A few days after Elvira started visiting during her training. Since then, one of Iris or Mr. Basilio has taught Elvira how to formulate, and the other has settled into the form of me coaching.
Instructional duty to Elvira will be replaced in the morning and afternoon, but now - Iris is in charge in the afternoon.
"Elvira, too powerful."
"'Cause I'm not mixed up at all!
"It's my fault."
Iris laughs out loud next to Elvira crushing herbs at her disposal.
Looking from the side, Elvira and Iris seem to have a part to go through. Formulation and sorcery, and the field is different, but we're both young geniuses. Iris smiles innocently at the hard part of Elvira's pride.
Concerned about the two as if they were sisters, I was coaching Mr. Basilio at another table.
"- Ah..."
My tympanic membrane picks up Mr. Basilio's voice, like, unexpectedly. When I peered into Mr. Basilio's face, who was leaning over, he had a distinctly blue face.
"Mr. Basilio? What's wrong with you?
"Oh, yes, no..."
Mr. Basilio takes care of it like he was in a lot of a hurry when he was called out. But as soon as he put that grin out, he said in a bitter voice that clogged his throat.
"No, it's... it's like I've failed."
Mr. Basilio laughs thinly to mock himself. He reached out to the container he was waving at hand while he was in position to show it to me.
Monsieur Basilio says he will observe the “failures" healing pills. It does have a slightly cloudy color if you stare at it, but at about this point it would also be sold as a sale in the market of Wang Du.
I smelled the scent and made sure there was no irritant odor before putting my mouth on the container. Moments ago, bitterness spread in my mouth, but originally this healing drug uses a strong herb of bitterness. I don't even think the special suffering has become stronger as a result of the formula.
Even if I looked at it harshly, this would not be a "failure".
"Hmm, it's a bit bitter, for sure, but this herb is originally bitter, and I don't think it's so much a failure, do you? But if you dare, it might have been a little short to put the fire through."
The red fruit that had been placed to be driven to the corner of the mixing table enters sight. The fruit itself is ineffective but very sweet, and it can alleviate the bitterness slightly by mixing it when it is formulated. I use it often for small children and other people who don't like suffering.
I don't usually use it, so I reach for it and grab it, which is driven to the corner of the table. And I handed the fruit to Mr. Basilio.
"Still, if you're concerned... you can mix the fruits and delude them."
Haha, and laugh. Then Mr. Basilio rounded his green eyes - and then smiled gently. Childhood taming overlapped in his appearance as if to look at something dazzling and laugh at him.
When the end of business hours bell rang, Iris jumped out of the training room when he took Elvira to show her around the herbal garden. The presence of Elvira seems to be a good stimulus to her, as Iris has been tenacious since Elvira arrived and has encouraged her more than ever before in training.
We just have to be careful that it pops up without cleaning up, and I laugh bitterly as I peek into the conditioning table used by Iris and the others. Tomorrow I decided to teach my mind how to wash the conditioning appliance again while working on cleaning it up.
Then,
"Mr. Laura, I'll help you."
"Oh, thank you"
It is Mr. Basilio's hand that has stretched from the side. He washes out the cookware with a careful hand.
There is no conversation, and the two of us quietly proceed with the cleanup. Breaking the comfortable silence was Mr. Basilio's fearful, more far-fetched voice than usual.
"Um, I've been wondering... Elvira is Arnold's sister, right?
The answer to the sudden question is delayed for a few moments.
I don't remember telling Mr Basilio about Arnold, but I guess he guessed from Elvira's surname. I stopped at hand and nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. Looks like we're spending some time at the royal castle right now... sorry for the bummer"
"No, no. It's been fun every day since Elvira arrived."
"I'm relieved to hear you say that."
Iris looks like he enjoys it because he sees it, while Mr. Basilio is kind enough to smile and watch. At first glance, he seemed to accept all that laughter, but was anxious that he might not be able to say and put up with it.
There is also an undeniable possibility that the present wording comes from the care of the gentle Mr Basilio. Still, it was nice of you to put it into words and tell it to me, even as far as I was concerned.
Family, seniors, juniors - and I, by the way, am blessed with the people around me, bite again.
"-... I thought today that Mr. Laura wouldn't be angry if I failed, would he?"
Again suddenly I leaned my neck at the words thrown at me.
I remember Mr. Basilio looking bright blue today, saying that he had failed. I could have guessed he was probably saying that then, but I had no idea why he suddenly mentioned that.
Don't be angry, think back on your attitude over the past few months. Certainly not to Mr. Basilio or Iris, I don't remember having a rough voice. Most of all, it's because they're so good. I seem to pity that, but I don't like scolding others - rather than knowing the right way to scold them.
"Do I need to be angry? Failure is the mother of success, I often say, but I think it's also very important to build up patterns of failure."
Chronic results remind me of that day when I looked into my painful eyes by formulating a special effect of autologous disease. I still can't forget the heat that my body can cook from the inside out.
Mr. Basilio showed a bare gesture that he thought into my words for a few seconds, then slowly opened his mouth.
"My mother was a very angry person for failure. That's why I sometimes just had to prepare myself so I wouldn't fail to finish my day."
Dropping a shadow on that side of Mr. Basilio, he pounds, and speaks poorly.
I was remembering Mr. Basilio's mother's face, which I met on the day of the acceptance announcement.
"But Mr. Laura has a hands-on mindset, doesn't he? Prepare a lot of references, but instead of sitting at your desk and reading them, the training will proceed in the form of just looking at the main points as you formulate…"
I am thrilled at Mr. Basilio's point.
Certainly in my previous training, I didn't have a whole day of schooling. I guess that's because I've been given such guidance. It was not where I was conscious, but the very idea of finishing my training in seating for a day in the first place, has never been in my mind before today.
"Shh, excuse me. It's too sudden, you know, a lot."
"It's not! I don't want to complain... it was incredible if I were myself a year ago to formulate so many things in one day."
Mr. Basilio smiled as if to love him, staring at the perfectly cleansed ingredient.
A year ago, I couldn't do what I thought the formula would do because I feared failure. That's what I make up repeatedly every day now.
I don't know which is the right instruction for Mr. Basilio. Because the method of carefully formulating one by one based on solid knowledge is not wrong, of course.
But.
"So it's so much fun right now"
- On the day of the acceptance announcement, Mr. Basilio described the King's Coordinators as “parents' dreams”. Ever since I saw him with that dark look on his face, there was something smoking all the way down my chest.
But now, it looks so much fun, because Mr. Basilio laughs happily. I couldn't help wishing that one day the King's Conditioner would become his own dream.