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Permission to prepare, which had been awaited for several months, went down lightly at Mr. Merzedes's house.

It's not a familiar master's mountain hut, it's the first conditioning room to stand, and it's something nervous inside, but it's a practice I've been waiting for. I worked on it intentionally.

"Ho ho, you're still a kid whose apprentice doesn't give you the pleasure of growing up. It's my first recipe."

With a dry laugh, the master licked the recovery pills I had made for the first time.

To see from the words, did it work?

I had previewed the procedure well enough, but I think it went smoothly with me. In the first place, the procedure to make the most basic restorative drug is to just shrug the herb, boil it with the brine, and filter it. If you want to add more potency, add the herbs that have that potency here.

This explanation alone seems to be just a simple task, but the effect of the healing drug will also depend on the temperature, mixing conditions, and the fine motion when filtering, he says. I mean, anyone can just make it, but the more we try to make something of good quality, the more advanced technology we need.

"You can use as many herbs as you like here and do whatever you want. I'm in the next room, so don't call me if anything happens."

That said, the master leaves the mixing room in a slow motion. I never thought I'd be left alone all of a sudden, so I threw a word of restraint on that back, but my master just gave me his right hand.

Certainly, even before, there were few things your master taught you in man-to-man, like in class, and you were often left alone by just giving them the literature "Don't keep your eyes peeled at the books that are here". I didn't expect to be left alone once I saw it until I practiced.

No, but I reconsider. Maybe this lethargic state of affairs means that's all I'm good at. You seem to be in the next room, and you should cry when something happens.

I turn back to the mixing table. I am now more exasperated by the word I was just told that you can do whatever you want.

All right, next time, let's use the basic healing pills as a base, and add the power to keep your body warm and relaxed.

The medicinal herbs needed to do so, and looked around - solidified into the figure of a person I didn't think was there.

"... Um, Mr. Arnold...?

A brunette boy with a beautiful face - Arnold stands in the corner of the room, staring at me. I wonder how long you've been there.

Arnold slightly moved his eyebrows pickly to my call and responded this way.

"Can I see it?"

"Ha ha..."

It gave an ambiguous response that was neither negative nor positive, but Arnold apparently received it in the sense of affirmation. I try to put weight on the wall and stay on the spot.

I doubt why you're here, but it's not like being seen and diminished either. And I don't like it, if I say anything, I'm going to be in a bad mood again. So I decided to treat its existence as part of the landscape.

Find the herb you're looking for. If I find it, I'll politely shrug it off. In order to use two types of herbs this time, we have to do each at the same time.

Mix with the right amount of brine and simmer. The timing of stopping the fire varies from herb to herb, so compare the literature and the real thing in your memory firmly.

Yeah, okay, that's about it.

We have to rely on sight and sensation - and even more importantly, surveying - for all this. I guess the power of timing will also be built naturally as we do the times.

Mix the two types of healing pills that have been prepared in small amounts. No trouble separating without mixing. Shake the container to make sure gently - done!

It's still basic, but isn't it that bad? I'll have my master check it out later.

- It was Arnold, once again, who stopped me from trying to work on my next formula in a good mood.

"Omae, is this really your first time"

If you noticed, Arnold was coming right up to me. The look on that face is harsh.

Have I broken his mood again, I...

"Yes, it is..."

"Disgusting"

I answered the inquiry honestly, but you said you were upset.

The malice close to the toys makes me have trouble reacting to boulders. Apologizing here could hurt Arnold's pride even more, and that's why I'm hesitant to be angry at him for being rude, given the future. I want to ask him something.

Arnold opened his mouth again, knowing or not I was having trouble responding. The voice seemed more obstinate than contradictory.

"I also disagree with Omae, who does it mildly with a look that doesn't seem confident, and I also disagree with myself, who was gowning that I could do it without realizing it"

Those words, spinned by Arnold's mouth, made me change my perception of him.

I thought he was probably an excellent apprentice. That's why I twisted it - dare I say it in a bad way, I felt from a few interactions that I was proud of. But that's only a first impression. Maybe the deeper you know, the different impressions you'll get from Arnold. - Just like Elvira.

Oh, my God, there are some cute spots out there.

Once it seemed that way, suddenly, I began to feel smiling as a younger boy, a little stretched out of Arnold.

No way - in real age - do you even know as much as dew that a younger girl thinks that, Arnold has stared me straight in the eye. For a moment I thought I was being looked at, but I can't feel the feelings of malice or jealousy I felt before from those eyes. I'd rather...

"Look at that. I'm going to run you through the Omae soon."

Is it my desire that has manifested itself in those eyes, in the voice, that I felt some delightful colour seeping through?

"Omae, you're gonna be a King's cook, aren't you?

"... Ouzoku chef?

I neck a word I can't hear. I can deduce its meaning from the sound - but the word Wang conjugator did not appear in "Last Brave".

Arnold spilled a sigh in my words, haha, and I sat down in a chair just around the corner.

"I'm talking about a chef who works in a castle in Wangdu.... you don't even know that."

A lot of words. Let's get rid of what I thought was cute.

Whatever that is, is there a profession of King's concoction? Your master was probably in that position, too. My goal, the royal castle cook, is the king's cook.

"I wish I could be... I don't know yet..."

"Be it, absolutely"

Try to put it on my words, Arnold said. It was a straight word.

A glance at me with his eyes round the sudden words, he leaves the room without saying anything. I've been solidifying for a while.

Absolutely become a King's cook, I can't believe it. Exactly a recommendation - no, that tone was no longer close to an order.

Arnold said he would definitely outrun me. Does the fact that he has recommended King's Coordinators in that flow mean that Arnold also aspires to King's Coordinators?

I see, King's cook.

I carve the word firmly into my memory.

The ultimate goal was specifically and firmly set. In the future, I will continue to encourage my studies with the goal of becoming a Royal Castle Formulator - and King's Formulator!

"Laura. Aren't you willing to go for the King's Concoction?

That evening, Mr Merzedes suddenly asked.

"The Royal Castle has been recruiting Wang chefs“ apprentices ”every year for several years. It's a very narrow gateway... but when you're 14, you can take a hiring test regardless of your origin or status."

Upon hearing Mr. Merzedes's explanation, it seemed that the "King's Coordinators” had become close.

I didn't know there was a system called apprenticeship. Besides, all you'll need to qualify for the exam is age - 14 - five years from now, and five years from now, I'll qualify for the exam too.

"In three years, Arnold will take the exam. If it seems to bother you at all, why don't you accompany Arnold's exam in three years' time, as a bottom line?

I didn't even wish to invite you. I'd love to, and nod - but I, I hesitated.

If you are going for a Wang chef with your main hips, you must ask your parents for permission. My parents are currently watching me without saying anything about me being stuffed to my master, but when I leave my parents at 14, the story will change.

But that wasn't a big deal. If they disagree, they'll understand if we have more discussion. They had faith in their parents that they would be someone to support their children's dreams.

My concern is - in that I, Laura, who was given the vocation of "last-brave" childhood training of the brave, would not influence the world by acting as if I were to remain out of that vocation.

I am repeatedly aware that I am a mere terminal player in "Last Brave". With my actions, I don't think it's important that the end of this world - changes the course of the brave man's adventure. I didn't think so, but I was concerned about Arnold's presence and, above all, the presence of Fountain Square, which had turned into a herbal garden.

This is a little, but certainly not the same, "last brave" world that “I” know. It is also conceivable that the difference will become significant in the future. Can I just rely on my memories to make my way?

Nature and judgment became cautious.

"Your talent should save a lot more people than you think."

Mr. Merzedes overlaps words, as he pushes my back, which troubles me, as he encourages me to remain silent.

"Arnold was depressed to see Laura's talent. But it burns more than that. He said he was going to be a better cook than him."

Hehe, and Mr. Merzedes smiles happily. He glanced at me and looked lovingly at Arnold in his memory, not at me in front of him.

Arnold's voice comes back to life so that it overlaps Mr. Merzedes's words.

I'll make sure you get through it.

Become a king's cook, absolutely.

Perhaps, but he recognizes me as a rival.

"I always stood somewhere on the slope... and when I saw Arnold like that, as a teacher, I would definitely want Laura to be incisive."

Lower your eyebrow butt, Mr Merzedes said with some sorry look on his face.

I understood her thoughts and wishes as a teacher. I don't find that particularly offensive. In the first place, I was aiming to be a King's cook, so nothing should be inconvenient.

"... I'll talk to my parents"

I couldn't snort right now and put off my response.

If I hadn't noticed Arnold's unsuspecting character, and if the fountain square hadn't turned awfully into a herbal garden, I would have gladly nodded to Mr Merzedes' suggestion. But...

First, let's get this straight about Arnold. By the time I get home, I'll ask him in person. I just found out if Arnold is Elvira's brother and there's nothing I can do about it, but the whirlpool on this chest should clear up somewhat.

And let's hear about the herbal garden. Since when is it in this city, and was there no fountain square before the herbal garden could be done? And let's also ask if there are any plans to be able to do the fountain square in the future. It's getting different from "Last Brave" at a time when there's no "now” fountain square - just in case.

"This is a recruitment requirement for the exam. If you have any doubts, you can always ask."

Mr. Merzedes walked out of the room when he gave me a few spelling recruitment requirements.

Blurry view of the paper at hand. Eligibility only says men and women between 14 and 20 years of age.

14 - 5 years from now. 5 years from now I wonder where I am. I wonder what you're doing. Next to whom, I wonder. When I thought about it, the person that floated behind my brain - was the brave man of the future.

I was surprised for a moment by the person my brain had taken the liberty of portraying, but soon there was a bitter smile in my mouth.

I see, I haven't been able to change jobs yet because of the brave man's profession of childhood training.

I didn't feel like thinking about it that night, and I dived right into bed. The light of the moon plugging into the room was a dazzling night.