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"I knew there was no description of holy water..."

- Holiday. I was looking from corner to corner at whether I could find the "holy water” of this world for my hands with no destination whatsoever in the library, but if I were to repeat the task for hours, my focus would run out on the boulder.

I also stretched my back a lot to untie my stiff shoulders and then placed my weight firmly behind the back of the chair, at that moment.

"Laura!"

A familiar voice rocked my eardrum.

It was Iris, as expected, who stood ahead of him when he shook home. She smiled and walked over here, sitting straight in the next seat.

Iris peeks into my hand wondering what I'm reading. I asked her that unexpectedly.

"Hey Iris. You know what holy water is?

Leave my words for a few seconds before Iris tilts his neck.

"Holy water?"

"Yes. Holy water I hate demons"

I faintly hoped it might also be a legacy passed down to the people of Lusto, but Iris tilted his neck in the opposite direction from earlier, after a large and repeated blink. I guess I don't have any idea from the reaction.

But I thought I'd put my arms around you to figure something out while I was in that position, and I said, "Yes!" and rise to momentum.

"Why don't we mix everything that demons don't like? Like poisonous grass and spiritual drinking water."

- Iris' suggestion was something I never would have thought of. Naturally, I've never formulated poison and spiritual drinking water, and I've never thought about it.

Poison is a damaging item, and Spirit drinking water is an item to restore damage. I get an image where I mix those two together that's going to offset each other's effectiveness - but don't actually try it, it's quick to decide.

I closed the literature at hand and shrugged.

"... you want to try"

Iris laughs happily at my words. And he took my hand, and rose out of his chair.

Return the literature that was piling up on your desk to its original location and leave the library for two with Iris. I was feeling my mouth angle go up, staring at my back some smaller than myself pulling my hand.

Iris' boldness is something I don't have, something I need. Though in a teaching position as a senior, I thought again that I had much to learn from her, and from Mr. Basilio.

Iris and I were on our way to the herbal garden in the castle to pick poison grass. From the other side of the hallway, a familiar man was seen walking in.

Slightly tall back length, blue hair. That guy - that's Mr. Basilio.

"Ah, basilio!

"Hi Laura, Iris. Where are you going?

"We're going to make holy water!

To the unheard word holy water, Mr. Basilio tilts his neck just like Iris did earlier.

"Holy water?"

"I hate demons, holy water!

"Do you make water?

I'm kind of embarrassed by Mr. Basilio's sober question. Indeed, it is quite a strange story to formulate what is called the Holy “Water”.

I smiled bitterly and added to Iris's words.

"I was thinking of a means to counter the demons... So we talked about mixing everything we didn't like about demons, and we were going to pick poison grass for now."

"And Basilio!

Connect Mr. Basilio with the other hand that Iris is connected to me. And pulling as it were with Gui, Mr. Basilio smiled "I'll hang out with you" without showing any resistance.

Iris, Mr. Basilio and the three of them, visit the herbal garden amicably holding hands. It may have looked like a friendly day from the side.

"All right, then let's pick some poisonous grass appropriately for now"

Iris was powerful if I suggested so, and Mr. Basilio nodded gently. I nodded back at them again, too, and the three of us sat down near the poisonous grass and began to colour it.

Gloves are worn securely and picked carefully to prevent the complexion from touching the poisonous grass. It was when I picked up some poisonous grass in it.

"If you fry that poison grass, the roots too, you'll give it a strong toxin. Roots are less thick and more likely to mix with another ingredient than fried leaves."

Mr. Basilio tells me in a smooth tone as he stares at me at hand. While admiring that explanation I first heard,

"I've never known it before. You're familiar with it."

I look up to Mr. Basilio. Then he hacked and then lowered his brow butt and smiled. It was an awkward laugh somewhere.

"Ah... Actually, when I kept falling for the King's chef's exam, I was thinking about going another way in confidence with my mother."

When I heard what Mr. Basilio said, it was his mother who had bowed her head to me on the day of the acceptance announcement that came to mind. Mr. Basilio had described the king's cook as his mother's dream.

Mr. Basilio, who grabbed his pass in his last exam, but he had failed the exam many times and would have had days to suffer.

"At that time, even though I had a profession as a cook specializing in restorative drugs, I thought I had no profession specializing in poisonous drugs. I can't beat the others if it's just healing pills, but I was wondering if it would be in some way if I took the least competitive poison..."

The more Mr. Basilio's words do, the more he nods. The profession of conditioner exists in this world, but there is no such profession as a poisoner.

At first, poisonous grass is also a part of the cook's business. But it is the work of swordsmen and magicians to counter demons, so they are rarely needed. In fact, I haven't loaded as much literature on poisonous herbs either, so I'm ashamed I still don't have enough knowledge.

"I don't have the strength, I just have to study."

To Mr. Basilio, who leans confidently, he says, "No!," he shook his head reflexively.

One of the major factors would have been the time it took him to take the exam, but thank goodness he doesn't seem confident in himself. Perhaps the amount of literature he loads will be considerable compared to what is around him, and there is no loophole in the basics. Even though I'm confident enough.

"It's very comforting! I'm an amateur about poison pills, so tell me all about it."

If you ask me to teach you that, Mr. Basilio looked like he was stinking, but laughed happily.

- Well, after picking a single kind of poison grass, it's conditioning. Returning to our mixing room as soon as possible, we begin to prepare ourselves for the first time to formulate a poison.

Gloves on protective mask. And the poisonous grass that underlies this formulation and the drinking water of the Spirit.

Both Iris and Mr. Basilio said they had experience in the preparation of poisons, but instructed again from the way the mask was worn, and faced the conditioning table that they were ready, it was that moment.

I noticed too many facts now.

(Once you mix the poisonous grass, you can't drink it yourself to see how effective it is...)

- We can't try it ourselves, unlike recovery drugs, more than it contains poisonous drugs. I didn't intend to try anything on my own against the Demon King the most, but I had no idea how to test the efficacy of the prototype I had made in the first place.

Looking down at the poisonous grass I've been picking, I make one think.

Even if it is actually used for demons, it needs to be prepared so that it can be exorcised in another way in case it is completely ineffective. Then I was going to need help around the Knights - if I hadn't hit my next hand early, I would have grabbed my fist.