The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The mages at the city gate only briefly checked signatures, but the inspectors were looking at magical fluctuations that had been fixed using special methods...

The one who actually provided the guarantee wasn't Norton, but rather the eighth-tier archmage from the Grand Master behind him!

Oliver stammered for a long time, still unable to figure it out. Since he was already there, he took out two gold coins from his wallet, his face turning red.

"Could...could I have one too? A 91% purity...magic repair potion."

"Of course," Yunevo said skillfully, handing over a vial of medicine.

After taking the bottle of potion, Oliver found Ryan and the others sitting in the rest area, his face still showing some uncertainty.

"You little brats... is this real or fake...?"

"Of course it's true! Look, Professor!" Ryan quickly exclaimed, giving his companion a wink.

The group was somewhat reluctant, but they still unscrewed the bottle, took a small sip of the potion, and then began to circulate the magic power within their bodies.

In an instant, Oliver, who was using the [Perception] technique, felt a bright blue light burst in front of him!

The magic flowing through the apprentices was like a summer river rush... sharp yet gentle...

Oliver had unscrewed the bottle at some point, and under the gazes of everyone who looked at him as if he were a spendthrift, he gulped down most of the potion!

"ice……"

Oliver's magical illness, accumulated from his longer exposure to magic, was naturally far more severe than that of his apprentices... to the point of being incurable.

But what is this now? The icy feeling that runs through the magical veins... is like an iced drink on a hot summer day, so unforgettable.

He couldn't help but recall that summer when he returned from his studies and saw the chilled watermelon his mother had prepared...

The other students who drank the potion did almost the same thing... just like a gourmand finally getting the food he wanted.

"Um...guests, we're about to close up shop, you know?" Iseria held Yunevo's wrist with one hand and waved to the nodding crowd with the other.

"Huh? Oh... Sorry, so early?" Oliver's complexion, which had recovered quite a bit, suddenly flushed red again.

After all, no mage wants to be seen in a state of disarray by strangers.

"Yes, I took the landlady out for a trip... to buy some books and stuff."

"A book? If this young lady has some magical talent... with this potion, I might dare to apply to the higher-ups."

"There's no need to trouble you for now..." Yunefu smiled, not wanting to incur a debt of gratitude that would be difficult to repay.

If Iseria shows any interest in going to school... he will do his best to find her a more suitable and fair opportunity.

Oliver nodded and looked at the students behind him.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to prepare for this afternoon's practical lesson?!"

……

"Yonev! Yonev! Look at that dwarf, he really does look like you said... he doesn't have wheels yet—"

"Hey, hey, hey, if they hear this, they'll be added to the Book of Hatred!"

Iseria's mouth was covered by Yunefu, her innocent and pure eyes filled with confusion.

The latter coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way... Iseria, do you want to go to school?"

Eunerv and Iseria walked side by side down the street toward the bookstore they remembered.

"Huh? Didn't I already have Yunevo as my teacher?" Iseria asked, somewhat surprised.

"I mean... to learn systematically, like those students in uniforms, with dedicated teachers and specialized courses."

"Hmm... will you come with me?"

"It would be torture for me to be involved in a life like 8 a.m. again."

Yunevo rubbed his temples and then began to consider the possibility of sending Iseria to school.

Looking for the person behind Norton? But clearly, I'm not good enough for him...

"We've arrived at the bookstore!" Iseria cheered, running past Yune and rushing into the open store.

Since those students took my potion back... and mentioned there was some kind of practical course this afternoon? This might be an opportunity.

Yonivore followed Iselia into the bookstore and saw her carrying books taller than herself.

"Let's buy them all... but Iseria will have to pay for them herself."

"Eh—"

Iseria puffed out her cheeks and angrily pulled out a few gold coins from her small purse.

"What the heck... When did Iseria become so stingy?" Yunevo stuffed the stack of books into his storage bag.

"I was just faking it... but I was actually planning to save that money for some cream puffs."

"But! Things that I get through my own labor... really make me happy!" Iseria stuck out her tongue.

"Then... how about I treat you to the cream puff?" Yunevo patted her head.

"Ionevoy is the best!"

……

The College of Thucydides takes its name from the ancient word for "truth".

A great figure revered by all races across the continent once said: "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

This academy, which has been passed down from ancient times, has always upheld this principle, and thus, in addition to theoretical classes, the students' daily curriculum...

It also includes two additional components: "outdoor training" and "real-world testing".

The former involves fighting monsters in the wild, while the latter prefers friendly sparring between apprentices of the same grade.

Rigorous teaching methods and a strong faculty are the reasons why this college has produced so many outstanding talents and remains strong to this day.

Inside the academy, in a floating building carved entirely from a giant rock excavated from the ground, many apprentices were already seated.

The azure sky shone through the transparent dome, illuminating the entire "Truth of the Chess" arena, where every student about to enter for a duel was on high alert.

Today, it is no longer a singular pursuit of "truth," but also incorporates the different wishes of each student.

Ryan stared blankly at the swaying potion in his hand.

The academy's requirements for sparring are simple: no sneak attacks, and no killing blows.

The potions are limited in quantity, but you can bring your own—many apprentices still believe that the potions provided by the academy are the best in all of Starmok.

At least they have access to the best.

Ryan snapped out of his daze, put the vial into his pouch, took a deep breath, and looked at a student sitting opposite him.

As far as the eye could see, the boy, who possessed immense magical power and equally astonishing talent, had not brought any potions with him this time.

He just wanted to see how far he could go without any external help. To the other apprentices, this match seemed to be an undeniable crushing defeat.

Ryan's talent can only be considered below average. Once his magic and potions are exhausted... that will probably be the time of his defeat.

"Next match! Ryan Jeter! Against... Tedesco Cole!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the cheers from the crowd nearly shook the entire building!

"Ryan...keep going," he whispered to himself, his hand stroking the pouch full of medicine.