36 02 Story: "Mr. Tweet!?

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, try to formulate the herbs as I taught you."

To Dr. Sylphia's instructions, the students return a pleasant "yes" voice.

Two months have passed since the admissions ceremony, the first week of June.

this day. The Builders School, the students of the Higher Department, had a special lecture.

A special lecture is a class with different content depending on the discipline to which you belong.

Apparently, the Department of Heroes takes a class in the name of combat training and is learning mainly physical arts from Dr. Farnese-Evans, a swordsmanship lecturer.

Meanwhile, our students in general studies were taught magic medicine by a blue-haired teacher, Dr. Sylphia-Makina, who also served as a teacher.

"Formulation is surprisingly uneven. This, the addition and subtraction of crushing grass... guzzle"

Gran, a short-haired, musculoskeletal man, rubs herbs into a rinse bowl. The green grass, which had about three bundles, was forcefully crushed by Gran's arm force and liquefied one by one.

"Mr. Grant, it's time to get some water in."

Mize, a little girl with long silver hair, peeks into the rind bowl and says:

"Oh, yeah. Evil, no, Too Eight, take the beaker there."

"Oh."

Pass the beaker with water that was on the table to Gran.

Gran tilted the beaker carefully and put the water in the rind bowl.

What Gran is trying to manufacture now is a panacea called potion.

If you drink it, you can recover the disease, and to some extent, the trauma can heal.

Normally, the potion should turn light green once it's finished.

"... what is this?

Gran's potion was black for some reason.

Leaning Gran elsewhere, Mize calls Dr. Sylphia to ask him about the identity of this mysterious black object.

"This... you are failing to formulate. Probably the wrong amount of water. Beware of water quantity and force reduction as potion ingredients are delicate."

"By the way, can I have a drink of this?

"You can drink, but it's just bitter liquid, right?

"Just a bitter liquid......"

Gran lifted the rind bowl and was about to take it to his mouth, but when he heard the teacher's explanation he put it back on the table.

"Next, I'll try!

I said it in a way that Mize was motivated.

She is such a small, luxurious, unusual looking girl that she would mistakenly consider herself a student of the elementary school if she was bad, but now she is surprisingly curious. If it's in terms of behavior, it could be more than me or Elicia.

As I was taught beforehand, I put the herbs in a rind bowl and slowly crush them.

The water is then carefully placed into the rink...... Mize took her hand off the beaker about half way through the water. Then mix the water and the herb completely together before adding the rest of the water.

"Mize, what's the current arrangement?

"Oh, well, I thought these things would do better..."

Mize said as she put the empty beaker back on the table.

That said, I think the first herb I put in the rind bowl was also five bundles. In the method taught, there must have been three bundles of herbs.

At first glance, he seemed to work seriously pale, but behind it he plotted a lot to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Mize doesn't listen to people unexpectedly."

"Oh, that's not true!

Mize shakes her head and denies it, but I agree with Gran's words.

Even then, Mize prepares the potion while adding several arrangements.

Eventually, it was finished - it looked slightly glowing.

"This... is a level two potion,"

Look at the potion Mize made, says Dr. Sylphia.

There are five levels of potion, and the higher its number, the more effective it is.

What we learned in this class was how to make a Level 1 potion. How can that be a level 2 potion?

"Does Mr. Mize have any knowledge of magic pharmacy?

"Yes, no, that, by chance. Well, somehow, I was just wondering if I could do something better like this..."

"... Sure, we had all the ingredients we needed, but it's incredible that we made it by chance... No, in fact, more than it's finished, I just have to admit..."

I take a serious look at Mize's made potion in the way Dr. Sylphia was surprised.

Me and Gran stopped working too and observed the potion in the rind bowl.

"By the way, potions taste better the higher the level. It's a corner, so why don't you drink it"

"Yes, sir"

Following Dr. Sylphia's words, Mize leans the rind bowl in her mouth.

"Ah, it's delicious"

Mize said with her eyes round.

To that appearance, Dr. Sylphia also smiles and nods.

"You may make arrangements if you are knowledgeable. But don't make anything dangerous."

The students replied to the teacher's instructions.

"Hey, Mize, just give me a second, will you?

"Fine. Mr. Tweet, if you like."

I nodded in Mize's favor.

Truth be told, I know the flavor because I've been drinking potion so much that I don't like it for a long time.

Indeed, the potion tastes better in proportion to the level. However, when drinking a high level potion, it is not a situation where you can think about flavor, for the most part. In fact, on the battlefield I was in, "can I put a kettle on the taste of potion or not," so much so that I was deciding if that soldier could still fight. If I am really dying, I hope you heal the wound as soon as possible because the taste can suck.

In that sense, this was my first experience of calming down and checking the flavour of the potion.

Me and Gran watched in silence as Mize grabbed two empty beakers and carefully poured the potion.

Mize was carefully potted, as if she were an aristocratic maid enjoying a tea party.

"I don't know..."

"Oh... that's a classy way to get in"

"What!? Oh, really?!? Oh, I don't think so... Huh!

In the meantime Mize poured out the potion in a very cluttered manner.

A glowing liquid splashes from the beaker and splashes to wet the table. Then I wet Gran's face as well.

Excuse me, excuse me! And to Mize, who apologizes, me and Gran laughed bitterly, and drank potion.

"Oh, yeah...!

Gran impresses me.

It tasted refreshing like herbal tea. Some of them smell a little blue, but the aftertaste isn't bad. It tastes slightly irritating and clearly conscious.

"Well, then I'm next."

Wash the empty rind bowl and prepare for conditioning.

"Aim, it's a level three potion!

"I can't do that because I don't know how to make it... but if I can make an arrangement, can I make something a little interesting"

I have no knowledge of magic pharmacy, but I have knowledge of making special drugs.

Potions can be made in several ways, even at the same level. Several types of medicinal herbs were now available in this classroom to try out each method. Some of them are medicinal herbs that react to water and fire to make interesting changes.

"Okay, that sounds good"

Brush and liquefy the herb. In that liquid, the roots of the other herbs were immersed for a short time before being seared in the fire as they were picked in a pinset. Then the white smoke rises again.

"Tweet, what are you making?

I answered Dr. Sylphia's question.

"It's a sleeping gas."

"Mr. Tuate!?

The students around me suddenly leave me.

"You can't!? Why make such a dangerous thing!?

"No, this is not dangerous if you don't mistreat it. In fact, in other countries to treat insomnia as a sleep transducer..."

"Forfeiture!! It's forfeiture!! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Dr. Sylphia took up a bowl of herbs and quenched the fire with water.

Don't worry, the effect is unlimited. With this concentration of smoke, your consciousness is a little blurred even if you smoke it.

"You... you're the same"

"Mr. Tweet... you're the same"

Gran and Mize, who had been mixed up with the other students and evacuated, stared at me with blaming eyes.

Recently - I was often seen with these eyes.

I recall Elysia saying, "You're a suspicious man."

Apparently, I haven't been able to get out of that "suspicious guy" yet.

"Why am I the only one pissed off when Gran and Mize have arranged it?"

"No, the... width of the arrangement, do you say..."

I mean, I didn't mean to arrange it.

Each one still had eyes to blame for me.

I hear I have my reflections.

"I have no choice, make something else"

Prepare some herbs again and start the preparation.

Dr. Sylphia was staring at me the whole time I went to get the herbs.

I'm not convinced, but I'm also reflecting. I don't want you to feel safe because I'm not willing to make the same mistake.

"But this potion, it's really ugly"

While I'm in the mix, Gran says with a little sip of Mize's made potion.

"It's this at level two, so what kind of flavor is level five or something?

"Come on... it's going to taste like it's going to rise in heaven"

Not so tasty actually, but not to mention the one called Flowers.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, he silently brushes up the herb.

Then Dr. Sylphia mixed up with the Grans' conversation.

"Classically, the top of the potion is not level 5."

Dr. Sylphia nodded at Gran, who raised a question mark overhead.

"The top potions are medicines called psychotropic elixirs. SPECIAL MATERIAL...... It is something that can be done by formulating a Ganoderma exa, but with this it is said that any disease will always be cured, and in the past there have been anecdotes that even the dead have been resurrected"

"Well, you have that..."

"Yes, it's just that in modern times we seldom find a spiritual grass exa to be a material, and the number of elixirs manufactured in the last decade is assumed to be only five. Assuming the elixir is complete, it is mostly used in seriously unconscious patients, so the current situation is that no one knows the taste."

To the teacher's polite explanation, Gran and Mize nodded in a deeply impressed manner.

"By the way, Tweet, what are you making?

Dr. Sylphia asks.

I seared the roots of the herb with fire, making sure the white smoke stood before answering.

"It's tear gas."

"Mr. Tuate!?