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“ After I behaved my own recovery pills to Lukersch, I told my awake master that I wanted to hear something, and he asked me to go home first. Letting Lukersch talk about Elvira's autopsy is only my personal way of feeling and deeply unfounded, but I was hesitant.

“ Did your master understand much in my words and deeds, it was I who opened my mouth when Lukersch left the cabin - not her.

"What happened to the autopsy thing?

"... now that we have the rare demonic horn, we are currently encouraging the formulation of new drugs based on that. I don't think it's going well."

“ Your master just snorts at my answer, and I don ’ t show any particular reaction such as this. As expected, you mean?

“ It seems that the master intended to end the conversation with that response, but I took it out of my bag so that I could eat it down.

"For once, I brought you something crushed."

(11) Give the powder wrapped medicine wrap. Upon receiving it, the master immediately transferred it to a transparent container, staring with interest at the powder from various angles up, down, left and right. No heart or those red eyes seem sparkling, and it seems to give a glimpse of your master's exploration of the new ingredients.

“ The master is a well-known mixer, but her praiseworthy skill was supported by the strength of her inborn curiosity. When it comes to things of interest to you, your teacher is exactly the "researcher” type that you stick around until you get an answer.

“ Such a master was interested in the horns of demons as ingredients for the formula. Nature and cheeks loose on that fact.

- I was going to take your master's hand. If you were interested by your master, you talk fast.

“ I took my notebook out of my bag so I could fold it up. Only a few pages of ink are still stained. That's what Arnold tells me to record the formula.

"I was wondering if other increases in potency are predominant as potency. For once, this describes how it has been formulated."

“ The master turns the page of the notebook with interest. The red eyes seemed to follow the letters above the notebook at all costs.

"It's just that no healing pills have been prescribed to patients yet, Elvira..."

"The stronger it is, the more anxious it will be about its effect on the young body."

“ Master held his hand on his chin so as to contemplate, and held his cheek firmly with his thumb.

“ I compare the powder in the container to my written notebook over and over again and it is bumpy and whining somewhat. I was prevented from thinking of such a master, but I still opened my mouth to tell him another thing to tell him.

"And then I got one more thing. They say there are springs in the city of Flaria that can be transmitted when the difficulty is fixed."

After a few seconds, he asks me if I thought of its existence, "Drinking water for the Spirit". I nodded slowly at the question thrown at me.

"It was borrowed from your master and written in a book of inheritance"

“ Well, the voice of the master who hammered him was sinking somewhere. Probably thinks there's no chance. Indeed, “I” would have had difficulty believing in its inheritance if it had not been for the memory of previous life, too, that the spring water branded "Drinking Water of the Spirit" and so forth was said to have the power to heal the difficulty. But I know. That the item "Drinking water of the Spirit" did exist in "Last Brave" and that it had the effect it deserved when it came to panacea.

That said, if you tell me why as it is, I will be seen as just a crazy girl. Determine that it is not a topic to be prolonged,

"And, Master. One more thing I'd like to talk to you about...... can you tell me about the poison?

“ I changed the subject forcefully.

Poison - It's the opposite of a healing drug. Something to harm the other person. As a cook, poisonous grass required a lot of knowledge, but when it became a poison that formulated them, it was slightly out of specialty.

“ It was only recently that I began to be interested in poisons that are not specialized. - Having neither magic nor simple power, I was wondering if that would be the only means of confrontation against demons.

"What a noisy apprentice."

"I've run into demonic raids twice, so I was wondering if I could at least resist... I just haven't really studied poison grass"

“ Raids in the King ’ s capital Chevalia and raids in the snowy town of Platonovena.

“ It was only after confronting the demons in Platonovena that I became aware of the direct means of confrontation against the demons. I was round back then. I can't use magic, I can't use swords, there's nothing useful about healing pills, I was just a girl.

“ In the first place, I assumed that fighting demons was outside the specialty of a connoisseur. That's not a mistake, but when I still had to, I started to think strongly from that day on that I wanted to at least wear a protective technique that would distract the consciousness of the demons for a moment.

“ No sword, no magic. Unfortunately, no talent. So when I thought about what would be for me - I finally “remembered" its existence.

“ There must have been an item called Poison in "Last Brave" that could be thrown at the enemy for an overall attack!

I desperately remembered how to get the poison.

I remember getting it from the chest in the dungeon. And I should have been able to buy it at a suspicious pharmacy. And - if you punch the ingredients into the magic cauldron I got from "Obaba," Obaba formulated it for me!

If I remember "I” correctly. Or if there's not some difference between the poison in this world and the poison in "Last Brave". I can formulate the poison myself.

However, because I was suddenly careful to do something outside of my specialty on my own, I was going to go home and ask my master for a professor once.

"Well... there you go"

“ My master threw gloves at me. It's made of a shitty piece of fabric, which is badly blackened.

"Poisonous grass can sometimes melt your skin when you touch it poorly, so I'll go with you. This is a very high quality poisonous grass."

“ It was a word I didn ’ t imagine.

Is there a herd of poisonous grass around here that is toxic enough to dissolve the skin? I can't believe there was such a dangerous thing near the residence. What if a child touched it?

“ The distrust that I held for a moment by the adults of Emme ’ s village was quickly dispelled, however.

― ― ― The herd of poisonous grass that your master took you to was just off a chopped cliff, surrounded by a fence to keep you from effortlessly approaching who the hell installed it. In front of that fence is a large standing sign with "poison herd fabric". The poisonous grass in the fence grew regularly side by side, and it was clear that people's hands were being applied.

“ My master fenced me and invited me. At that time, I do not miss that my master's hand, which touched the fence, was patchy and thunderous. Maybe there's magic on the fence, too, and if you touch it when it's obnoxious, the electric shock flows.

Follow your master and step into the fence. And I peered into the hand of my master, who sat out in front of one of the poisonous grasses.

"Look, he's not the most powerful guy in the world."

“ Piro, ” said the gloved master ’ s hand turning the leaves. Patterns were seen there as soon as it was poisonous. It's "poison grass" to see.

“ Sitting next to your master, I observe you picking poison grass in a bump and unconstruction.

“ I don ’ t seem to be aware of this, especially at the picking stage. The way the master picks is somewhat rampant, with some leaves torn along the way. The cloth bag containing just picked poison grass has a smokier color than usual and seems thicker.

As soon as I finished loading the poison grass, I went back to my master's house to prepare it.

"Poisonous grass can get hit by smell, so it's dangerous to prepare it well."

Open the window, open the door completely, and wear a protective mask shaped like a bird's mouth. The mouth area is packed with poison-neutralizing herbs.

"Look, shrug it up. Be careful not to get around you."

“ I am visualized by some protective masks, but I move my hands according to the precise instructions of my master flying from side to side. Essentially, the formulation method did not change the poison or the herb. It's just that the concentration you need is more overwhelming here. If your hands slip, they could melt fingerprints on your fingertips.

“ I sweat on my forehead softly. I tried to wipe that with white sleeves for a moment with my usual habits, but at that moment I was grabbed by a strong force. If I looked at the master next door for a moment, she looked some more rugged than usual and shook her neck sideways twice.

♪ Oh, and. So I finally think about it. What if this cuff had even been stained with poison flying through it?

The cold sweat slipped down my spine.

“ Take a few deep breaths to calm the heart, which has become loud for a few moments, and then resume work.

“ The tension has struck many times as often as usual, but the amount of time it took to work itself was not so different from the combination of recovery drugs. The poison was completed smoother than I thought.

"Still a hard disciple to teach..."

“ Your master glances at me and solitary.

“ Indeed, basic tasks are no different from the formulation of recovery drugs, so to speak, this is my specialty. But now I know. Your mentorship is also jumping through.

“ Honestly, until I coached Emiliana as a teacher, I thought I was a relentless man who took care of my master. In fact, it was only once that I was taught how to formulate beside me, and if I asked to teach, I was offered a book before words. The Master's words "talented, unworthy disciples" were also received as such, foolishly and honestly.

“ It would not be a mistake for your master to be relentless, nor that he had talent for himself. But there was a positive, terminal and precise instruction of your master.

“ Once you hear it, you can grasp the main points and the decision to give you the best literature for my query. I realized by now that I was a very fortunate apprentice.

“ I look to the side. The master's eyes, laughing that he was an incompetent disciple to teach, were somewhere delightfully narrowed on the back of his back with words, and something twitchy and warm spread across his chest.