The Exiled Alchemist Unwittingly Becomes A Legend の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 3: Old Love Nothing in this world has ever piqued my interest to the point that I would go to extreme lengths to have it. Until I met Grimoire Azriel. I don't want to be a princess. I want neither a crown nor a castle; I only want him, but the universe doesn't even want to grant that one wish.

He didn't love me as his daughter because he's only using me just to please our packs and himself. I'm so immersed by my deep thoughts when I heard some howling sounds coming from the palace hall. I instantly got up from my bed and swing my door opened. I navigated the hallway connecting the entrance of the palace and my eyes turned wide when I saw Imore with her hands snaking at the Lycan King's arms as they're coming closer to the palace hall. " The new Luna was found! The Goddess Luna has answered our Lord Killan's prayers!", everyone shouted.

"The scars of the past are what forge a true ruler." My mother, the Luna Queen, came over and gently stroked my hair. "My little princess. Welcome home." Home. The word warmed my heart. "By the way," Damien walked in, holding a letter. "There's news about someone you might want to hear." "What news?" "Riven and Jenna," he sneered. "They've been exiled in the Forbidden Lands of Eternal Winter for three months now." "And?" "Riven was stripped of his Alpha power. They say he can't even shift anymore," Damien continued, a cruel twist to his lips. "As for Jenna... she lost the pup. The blood magic she helped weave claimed its price."

Only after five full hours did Logo finally discover the alchemical canon most suited to him. General Outline of Aslant Alchemy, A Foundational Introduction to Mechanical Alchemy, Karashen’s Analysis of Materials Science, Mefin’s Detailed Commentary on Runes, Collected Notes for Apprentice Alchemists… Eleven volumes in total. Had they been written on paper, any single one of them could easily have filled ten rooms. When Logo chose to receive this knowledge, each star of information transformed into a meteor and shot toward him, sinking one after another into his chest.

"The glass didn't take all the oil, Noah. You lied to me about the cipher." "I lied to keep you from throwing the child into the basin," I said, reaching up to catch his jaw with both hands, forcing his face down until his lips were brushing mine. "The Alchemist didn't leave a cure in the capital, Ethan. He didn't leave anything but a book of names and a vault full of liquid phosphorus. We’re the last two people who know what happened under the altar." "I don't care about the altar," he growled, his mouth crashing into mine before I could finish the thought.

Legend has it that the normal sized golden goblet is the same as a normal trophy. One day when the husband of an alchemist had just returned from a trip he heard that his wife was cheating on him with his unborn sister. The alchemist is known as a very generous person who has everything, a beautiful wife, many offspring and good looks and incomparable wealth and a very patient alchemist. He made the trophy to break to everyone that what people said about his family was wrong. On the day of proof, which was attended by people and their extended families, he put down valuables that were usually used for someone.

I made a mental note to see that he received extra rations. Now alone, I tidied up the cluttered workspace, making meticulous notes on my progress. Precision was paramount when tampering with the fabric of the arcane realm blended into these solutions. One mis-transcribed rune or incorrectly measured tincture could spell disaster. But thankfully, the formulas I had devised over the decades of studying and experimentation almost never failed anymore. My reputation as an unparalleled alchemist was hard-earned.

“Cecilia Wolfsbane came from the West Continent. There, she was known as one of the three Saintess, the only Saintess born of noble blood,” Liam said, as Harriet gently dried his hair. “At that time, a prominent noble in the West Continent named Henry Marigold announced to a handful of people that he needed an Alchemist to help him create the Philosopher's Stone in order to raise his master from the dead.” Liam began his story which he got after investigating everything that happened at that time.

He'd seen things in Gabriel's keep that still made his skin crawl. "Aye, foolish wolf." She shook her head. "The antidote I canna help you with. Enchanted items and poisons sure, but this, you need an expert alchemist." "And, do you know of one?" he asked tightly, fighting for patience. "I do, but she is hard tae find. Bit of a recluse." Find the alchemist, his inner wolf pleaded. Its voice had grown weak over the days. His instincts begged him to find a way out of his pact with Gabriel.

“You are going to kidnap an alchemist from the alchemist prison on that remote island?” Fuschia blinked. Dylan blinked. "Huh? You did not know? The alchemist's lair was actually in the large temple on the hill behind the palace. Hayden had turned the sacred shrine into an alchemist's lair. You really don't know?" "Huh?" Dylan blank. This information was something he didn't get when he was in his previous life. He didn't expect that the alchemist who was responsible for creating the various potions that flowed down his throat would actually be so close to him.