Translator: Seven
The Typhoon Earrings were magic items that Frey had created himself.
But they seed to be more widely known than he had expected.
Yet no one seed to recognize Schweiser’s Bracelet.
Shepard hadn’t noticed it and neither had Mikel who was in front of him right now.
Perhaps no one knew that the staff was usually stored in its bracelet form.
In all honesty, the Typhoon Earrings could not be considered high quality magic items. However the Great Sage’s Staff was different.
This was Schweiser’s symbol and its utility and power were at a level that all other artifacts could not compare to.
If the presence of the staff was revealed, then there would be a great disturbance in the world, especially in the circle.
In particular, the reaction of the Strow Necklaces who proclaid to be Schweiser’s successors could be easily imagined.
“Originally I would not have reached out to you. But to be properly prepared for the situation this ti it would be best to have at least two wizards.”
Apostles.
Questions arose about their existence.
Human beings who were selected by the Demigods and given the ability to use their divine power.
Could he think of them as agents?
Frey slowly opened his mouth.
“I can help you, but…when do you intend to take action?”
“I’m not sure. But I believe it will not take more than a week. I think I still need to gather more information.”
“…”
One week.
That was enough.
But of course there were conditions.
“I would like to start reading the Grimoire from today.”
“Is it urgent?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…what book are you looking for?”
There was no reason to hide, so he answered honestly.
“A book about alchemy.”
“Alchemy?”
“There is an elixir that I want to refine.”
“Hmm…It would be better to ask for her help in refining it than for the book itself. I think she mightl be staying at the tower for a while.”
“She?”
Mikel nodded.
“Adelia. She is an authority in alchemy and you would be hard pressed to find soone on a similar level. I have not encountered anyone better than her, especially when it cos to creating elixirs.”
“…”
…Adelia?
Frey’s eyes narrowed.
It was not familiar, but he had definitely heard the na sowhere before.
And after hearing Mikel’s next words, he understood where he had heard the na.
“She’s staying at the tower for a while, but she’s a teacher at the Westroad Academy, so I don’t know when she will leave. So if you’re going to ask, you’d better hurry.”
Adelia.
It was a na he’d heard several tis in the Westroad Academy.
She was an elite who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Professor Dio Perseman, who was regarded as one of the best among the faculty.
But Frey had never t her in person.
This was because Adelia’s subjects did not match up with any of the classes that he had been taking at that ti.
He knew very little about her since he rarely paid attention to rumors.
Among the professors she was one of the young ones and she was a woman.
That was all he knew.
“Adelia’s stage isn’t very high, but even the Floor Masters in our tower would often request her help when it ca to alchemy. I don’t know what it is that you want, but it should save a lot of ti instead of having to rummage through books.”
“Hmm…”
With Mikel, one of the Floor Masters in the tower boasting so much about her, Frey could not help but be a bit curious about this woman called Adelia.
Frey looked at Mikel for a mont before asking.
“Where is she?”
* * *
Frey was standing in front of Professor Adelia’s room.
It was the 20th room on the 6th Floor.
He hadn’t expected to be staying on the sa floor as her, but had he ever encountered a woman other than Camille on the 6th Floor?
Frey tried to jog his mory but found that that was truly the case.
He decided to knock on the door.
Tak Tak.
…
…
There was no response so he decided to knock once again.
Tak Tak.
…
…
There was still no response.
Frey knocked a little harder on the door.
Thump thump.
Only then did he hear so sort of noise from the inside.
There was a rumbling sound followed by what appeared to be a curse in a woman’s voice and the sound of sothing breaking.
Frey took a step back and waited.
Click.
The door opened and from there a woman looked out.
The woman had ssy hair and puffy eyes.
And those eyes were staring at Frey filled with irritation.
“What do you want?”
“You’re Professor Adelia right?”
“Yeah.”
“I ca after receiving a recomndation from Floor Master Mikel. I heard that you are an authority in alchemy and I’d like to ask…”
“I don’t know about that. I’m busy so go away.”
After saying that she tried to close the door, but Frey put his foot to stop it.
He hated to be such a nuisance, but he wasn’t in any position to let it go.
“…”
“…”
For a mont, the two of them made eye contact.
Adelia pulled the door a few tis before sighing after realising that it was impossible to do it by force.
“Who are you?”
“Frey Blake.”
“Blake…the Blake Family?”
“Yes.”
“Hm…I don’t think you’re the first one Mischael. Ah. Co to think of it, Heinz did tell that he had a younger brother.”
It sounded like she knew Heinz Blake.
She narrowed her eyes for a mont. But soon after she sighed and scratched her ssy head.
“Nothing has been going well since yesterday. Can you tell what you want and then leave? I’m very busy.”
Frey followed her into the room.
Adelia’s room was very large. It seed to be about ten tis larger than the room that Frey was staying in.
This was not a room, but a lab.
However there were mountains of books, magical materials that gave off weird slls and glass bottles storing liquids of suspicious colors scattered everywhere which made the space feel much smaller than it actually was.
Above all, it was dark and carried the sll of dust as if it was not well ventilated.
Frey followed Adelia who cleared away so dust with her hand.
“Sit wherever you like.”
“…”
Where did she want him to sit?
Frey forcibly made a seat and attached his ass to it.
Adelia then spoke with a rather open attitude.
“Though I’m curious as to what you want. I’m busy, tired and irritated, so cut the unnecessary back and forth and get to the point.”
“I heard that you are an authority in alchemy. Especially when it cos to the creation of elixirs.”
“Huh. When it cos to elixirs even the Master of the 3rd Magic Tower Julian could not compare to .”
She said this without showing any expression of pride. Like she was simply telling the truth instead of showing off.
Only those whose self confidence had turned into conviction could display this kind of attitude.
Frey pondered for a mont before asking her a question.
“The creation of Mana Fluid. Can you do it?” (Note: should I change it to ‘Liquid Mana’ instead?)
“Of course-”
“It’s not just about if you can create it, but if you can extract the true, purified liquid.”
“…”
Adelia’s eyes changed and the gaze she gave Frey was now one of interest.
“Hmm. It seems you know sothing about alchemy.”
The liquid refining process that Frey had just ntioned was a complicated task that frustrated even the top alchemists.
In addition, if he had no knowledge of alchemy at all then he would not have been able to even ntion it.
Adelia shrugged.
“It’s possible. I’ve extracted up to 100ml of pure liquid by myself without any assistants. Did it take about half a day that ti?”
“100ml…”
What a woman.
Frey couldn’t help but feel so admiration,
For a normal wizard it might be possible for them to extract about 10ml in half a day even with the help of two assistants.
It seed that her statent about being ahead of the Tower Master when it ca to alchemy was not an empty boast. (Note: only there hasn’t yet been any proof of her ability…)
At the sa ti, it was easy to see what kind of person Adelia was.
She was the incarnation of an inquisitive mind with a strong desire for knowledge.
The public would probably treat her like a geek, but Frey was used to people like this the most.
Frey was certain.
Tak.
He took out the bottle which contained Torkunta’s heart and placed it on a dirty table.
Adelia looked at the bottle with an uninterested expression.
“What’s that?”
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
“…”
Adelia narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly examined the bottle.
Then slowly, her eyes began to widen.
“Hmm. H-…Huh? N-, no. Surely…w-, wait a second! Really?”
Perhaps she didn’t realise the things that she was saying.
Adelia looked at the small bottle with an expression filled with disbelief.
“Ca-, can I touch it?”
As soon as Frey nodded, she gently lifted the bottle as if she was holding a great treasure before slowly opening it up.
“H-, hehehe. This beautiful color…such dense mana yet it can still be held in one hand…the warm heat exuding from it. What the hell is this?”
“That’s the heart of a 1,000 year old Drake. The estimated Mana Energy() is about 100,000.”
“100,000-!!!!”
Adelia’s heart seed to pound in her chest.
If it was 100,000 then that ant that it had 100 tis the energy of an average wizard.
How could so much mana fit into such a small bottle?
‘The glass bottle is an amazing magic tool as well. But even more amazing than that is the fact that he was able to transfer such pure and sensitive energy into a glass bottle.’
Although it seed simple, it was the sa as moving a broken glass jar while keeping its original shape. (Note: I added ‘jar’ to make it easily understandable, but the author ant glass as in ‘cup’…but glass cup sounds weird)
Adelia looked at Frey with a little doubt but she was unable to tell anything from his expression.
She carefully placed the bottle back on the table. Her previous lethargic appearance seeming to have been given a burst of energy.
She stared at Frey with a slightly excited expression and said.
“So what do you want?”
“To make that into an elixir that I can take.”
“That’s crazy.”
Frey let out a laugh.
“Your expression says otherwise.”
Adelia touched her cheek and found that without her realising, her mouth had spread into an excited smile.
“This, this is just a habit. All alchemists are like this…and I’m not just saying that.”
“Why is it crazy?”
“The difficulty of the refinent is already high, but the real problem is the ingredients. The other thing…right. I can get everything else. Most of them are here right now. And for the things I don’t have, they are not too hard to get.”
Adelia looked around her room as she said that.
It seed scattered and ssy, but it was actually organized in her own way.
From the mont she’d heard of his intentions to make an elixir, she had begun to recreate the refining process in her head.
“But there is one thing that we wouldn’t be able to find.”
“Sothing that can’t be found?”
Adelia looked to him with a stern expression.
“The feather of a Phoenix.”
“…”
“Seeing that stupid expression on your face, you know how hard it is to get right? It’s not sothing that you can get just by eting or killing a Phoenix. You can only barely get it when they are in a good mood. But they are called fantasy creatures because no one knows where they are on the continent…”
Frey pulled out the Phoenix feather that he had in his bag.
“Th-…tha-…”
Adelia’s pupils shook.
She kept stuttering and it seed like she was unable to form coherent sentences, as if she had been broken.
“What else do you need?”
Adelia closed her mouth for a mont before speaking in a slightly weak voice.
“…an assistant who is excellent enough to assist . Apart from their stage they must have a natural talent for mana control. They at least need to be at the level of easily compressing an energy ball to the size of a fingernail…”
An energy ball suddenly appeared in front of Adelia and began compressing until it was just smaller than a fingernail.
“…”
Adelia opened her mouth for a mont before speaking in a voice that sounded like her soul had left her body.
“…when do you want to start?”
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