The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Actually, the best option would be to leave Iseria to Norton and let him suffer the consequences... After all, he didn't really want to be chased and bitten by those mad dog judges of the church.

But this girl is undoubtedly a blank slate, or even an extremely powerful "ultimate weapon"!

Yoniv assured that he had never entertained any thoughts about raising him.

So he readily agreed, and deliberately slowed his pace to make sure Iseria, who was holding onto his clothes, could keep up.

"Follow me? That'll cost you a friend fee!"

"Friendship fee... what's that?"

"Just kidding, come along... we're going to give the church a big gift."

……

Just as he had imagined, the rooms on either side of the tunnel were archives and storage rooms set up by the church.

Bang!

Yunevo kicked open the door marked "Level One Prohibited," revealing shelves overflowing with precious magical materials.

Today is just like yesterday!

"Hey! Do we have to put all these things in that bag too?"

Iseria watched in surprise as Yunevo effortlessly swept the materials into the bottomless storage bag.

"This is called compensation for emotional distress, Iseria," Yunevo's hand moved so fast it was almost a blur, and he also kicked over a shelf that he couldn't take with him.

"We alchemists... are the most steadfast believers in equivalent exchange."

"Equivalent exchange? Hmm..." Iseria tapped her lips with her finger, nodded as if she understood, and looked at the portrait of a certain bishop on the wall with her sky-blue eyes.

"Then this... oh my!" She was startled before she could even ask a question.

Ionevoy was the first to remove the disgusting painting, undoubtedly smashing the wooden frame and paper to pieces.

"Iseria, children who watch this kind of thing... won't be able to sleep at night."

"What?! I'm not a child!"

……

The two continued onward, arriving at what appeared to be the core of the magical source that kept the entire laboratory running...

Instead of taking action, Yunevo took out the Thunderfire Bottle and systematically channeled the two potions into the system.

"What is this... It smells dangerous," Iseria tried to get closer, but Yunefu blocked her head.

She wrinkled her nose and then began to examine the "timekeeping device" next to her.

"Of course it's for renovations," Yonivo said matter-of-factly after setting the detonation time.

"This kind of painting method, as for what kind of paint it is... well, it will make the whole room 'clean'."

"oh……"

Then, Ionevoy plunged into the archives, scattering blank sheets of paper everywhere.

He likes to go to extremes, especially when it comes to the church, which he has a mortal enemy with.

Iserlia mostly watched Yunev work quietly, occasionally asking her own questions out of curiosity.

She didn't understand what hatred was, but she felt that this alchemist, who rarely smiled, possessed more vibrant emotions.

Completely different from those who "sleep" here.

Iseria really enjoyed this feeling.

"Um, I also... want to try decorating," she suddenly nudged Yonivo's shoulder, then looked at the sophisticated observation instruments on the side.

"That thing... let me think..." Just as Yunefu was pondering how to guide Iselia, the girl's fair fingertip had already touched a corner of the instrument.

The free etheric elements in the air seemed to receive a command and charged towards their target, instantly shattering the metal casing and expensive crystal into pieces...

Even a screw rolled to Yonivore's feet. He opened his mouth and looked at Iseria, who had an innocent look on her face and seemed to be seeking praise.

"People say that interior design is an art," he said, clapping his hands in approval.

"And our genius has truly created a perfect work of art."

"Hehe..." The girl twisted her skirt, a blush rising on her cheeks, and even the corners of her eyes curved into crescents.

"So... that means it's not appetizing?"

Then, she picked up a stack of documents and, imitating Yonivore, tossed them into the sky... The documents instantly shredded into pieces, which flew around like snowflakes.

"Our goddess is very talented!"

"It's good that the alchemist taught you!"

Iseria winked at Yunevo, her tone surprisingly carrying Yunevo's casual teasing tone.

All-natural... a white-faced but black-faced scheme?

Yonivore blinked, and a genuine smile appeared on his face—the first time in days that he hadn't forced one out of his fingers.

……

As she climbed the stone steps, Iseria shrank back uneasily, sensing a lingering, inexplicable fear in the air...

After stepping out of the old oak door, the two stood in front of the abandoned south gate of Tircol, where Norton's backup was located not far away.

The night wind carried a chill, but it also dispelled the last lingering scent of the sacred disguise potion on Yunevo's body.

It's time for a "perfect farewell".

"Iseria, there are actually many kinds of art..." he said softly, causing the girl beside him to turn her head to listen.

"And what I'm going to say now is..."

"Art is an explosion."

Eunice snapped his fingers.

boom--!!!

A muffled explosion came from underground, nearly causing the entire dormitory building to collapse! "Soaring" flames and smoke erupted from the windows that had been sealed for so long!

The shockwave billowed Yonivo's black robes and the white skirt of Iseria behind him... The firelight shone on their faces for a long time.

"So...so bright!" Iseria showed no fear of "destruction" whatsoever; instead, she displayed the purest joy, like a child seeing fireworks.

"Iseria likes it?" Yunevo patted the girl's head, his tone tinged with helplessness. "It's a pity that in the future... we'll only see these kinds of fireworks during major holidays like the Lunar New Year."

"Chinese New Year...? Can't we celebrate Chinese New Year every day?"

"No, you can't."

"Eh—" Iseria pouted in disappointment.

"Will they be happy to see fireworks? Just like I am!"

"Of course, they'll be moved to tears..." Yunevo pinched his cheeks, his tone harsh.

"If they don't cry... I'll give them a bigger one when I have the chance."

"You must take me with you," Iseria said, clutching Yunevo's clothes as if she were holding onto the only anchor point in this chaos.

The two figures, one in front of the other, gradually disappeared under the increasingly intense flames, leaving only the old dormitory building that collapsed with a deafening roar.

Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow, so I won't be able to see close-up shots of those big shots' expressions... which is a bit of a shame.

He raised a triumphant middle finger behind him.

"Yonev...does that finger you're holding up have any special meaning?"

"Hey, hey, kids shouldn't learn this!"

"I've already told you I'm not a child!"