(If I'd wanted to beco a doctor, what would I have done? After a consultation with a high school teacher, I'd have gone to a university and studied at a dical facility. I'd take classes from professors. So what should I do to beco an alchemist?)
.. .
"You should go to the school in town."
"I see. Where is it?"
"Ummm, you know, go over there, then go that way, then go this way again."
I gave the little girl a few copper coins for her help.
(These directions are always so vague. Am I really going to find anything from that? I wouldn't believe it if this system hadn't always worked so far.)
"OK, bye-bye!"
"Thanks."
She walked away energetically while smiling and humming.
(Ah, she's cute.)
I watched her walk away and disappear into a crowd, and noticed I was smiling too. I followed her directions, going over there, then that way, then this way again.
(I never expected there to be a school in the town. Looking back, I miss being in college. In high school I had cram school and howork at night. Then I had entrance exams to get into a university. After I graduated, I was working long hours as a salaryman. I don't know if I learned much in college, but isn't that fine? College was like the sumr vacation of life.)
I sohow ended up at the school, feeling like soone in their 30s who was finally entering dical school.
The solemn building in front of looked like a cross between Buckingham Palace and a castle.
I walked through the large plaza in front, and went inside. Wandering around for about 10 minutes, I finally found a place like a ticket counter with a receptionist. Like most of the inside, it was made of marble. The woman there had a solemn, fixed expression. She was pretty, with long blonde hair and charming big eyes, and she was wearing tightly fitted clothes.
"Are you a new student?"
"Um, yes."
"We are one of the top schools of both this country and our allies, so it's understandable that you want to study here. But you should understand that with the entry fee, the class fees, and various other expenses, a certain amount of money is necessary."
(I knew that much. Even the maintenance on this building must cost a lot.)
"How much is it?"
"The entrance fee is 10 gold. Taking a class for a term is 5 gold. With various other fees, studying here for a year typically costs 50 gold."
"Eh, 50 gold? Seriously?"
(That's even more expensive than universities in Japan!)
"As such, there are few commoners here, and they sold their property in order to pay for their education. Most of the students are nobles."
"Is that so..."
"I'm very sorry that your long travels have ended with this."
(Oh, she thinks I travelled here from another country to study.)
"I understand."
(That crazy magic noble said he'd give 50 gold next month, which is just enough. How convenient. But I'm not spending enough money to buy a house on classes for nobles that might not even help, and I'm not going to count on getting money from him. Maybe I'll just have to learn on my own.)
"Is there a different sort of school that I could go to?"
"Any institution of comparable quality to ours will have strict entry requirents. However, with a smaller local school or so sort of education cooperative, walk-in admission may be possible."
"I see..."
(She has an impressive ability to be polite and rude at the sa ti. Oh well, I should just leave.)
I turned and started walking towards the exit.
(Actually, why was I asking her? I should just use the little girl information network.)
As I was thinking about that, soone ca around the corner and called out to .
"Ho? Why is soone like you in a place like this?"
I rembered that boldly arrogant voice.
(It's him.)
"No, why are you here?"
"Why am I here? Because I teach here, of course! Are you a student here?"
(Suddenly, I don't feel bad about not being able to afford this place. Thanks.)
"No, I just decided not to enter. It's too expensive."
"It certainly is difficult for soone poor to enter. That's exactly why this school is known internationally for its high class and nobility!"
"Oh yes, mixing poor and rich people together would cause all kinds of problems."
"Exactly!"
He started nodding.
(No, I don't really want to be your friend...)
The receptionist cut in, sounding slightly hysteric.
"...Fo, Fouren-sama?!"
"What?"
He looked towards her, and his tone turned cold.
"Um, is he your acquaintance, Fouren-sama?"
"Why else would I be talking to him?"
"Sorry for interrupting!"
She started bowing to him.
(So this is the standard noble-commoner relationship.)
"You, what's your na?"
"Kkk..."
She was shaking, and looked like soone in a TV drama that had just been sentenced to death.
"Hey, hurry up."
"Sabrina..."
I started thinking about how I could intervene.
"Stopping him here was the correct decision. I'll see about getting you a promotion next month."
"Eh?"
"What, dissatisfied?"
"No, of course not! Thank you very much, sir!"
"I'll provide the money. Enter this school."
"That's really, too much, I couldn't, and I might be so busy with classes that I couldn't co to your mansion..."
"Don't make repeat myself."
"Riiight!"
The receptionist was still trembling.
"She will register you. I have a class now, so I'll be going."
(If I get more confident with my magic, is my personality going to beco like that...? No, it definitely won't.)
"Then, this, here is the paperwork."
"Ah. Thanks."
It happened to be at the start of a new term when I was admitted to the school.
The receptionist led around to various places, where I was given thing after thing after thing. Talking to her, I learned that many of the students ca from other allied countries, and that all the students lived in the school dorms.
(Living in the dorms here? No, I don't think so.)
Asking about the dorms, I found out that each student got a private room with a school-provided maid.
(How should I handle this? Simply not using the room they give seems like the best option.)
Eventually, I'd collected everything, and the receptionist headed back towards her desk. I looked up where the alchemy classes were held in a guide booklet, and started walking that way.
(Walking here from my house takes a bit over an hour. Going back and forth every day would be too much. If only I had a bicycle, that wouldn't be a problem. Oh, a bicycle might actually be possible. I should rember that.)
After a while, I reached a long hallway with several classrooms that seed to be dedicated to alchemy. It seed to be the ti between classes when I arrived, with students going in and out.
(Can I just go into one, then? Eh, it's probably fine. What's the worst that could happen? It's probably just a lecture. One or two extra people won't stand out.)
The classroom was made of shiny marble, with inset patterns and letters made of glass and stones. It looked unnecessarily expensive. There were rows of wooden desks with fine craftsmanship and carved details, all facing towards the front. I sat down at a desk, as did most of the other students.
With the fancy desks, the marble building, and the noble students, it really felt like a fantasy school, even if the sa thing could have been done in Japan.
"......."
The other students were all staring at .
They were all young, mostly in their teens with a couple in their early 20s, and they all had fancy clothes. I stuck out like a sore thumb. My instincts about classes from my college days had betrayed .
"...hello, nice to et you."
I gave a group of them a nod.
(I should have sat closer to the exit.)
They started talking quietly to each other.
"Who's that old guy?"
"And how old is he?"
"He's not a teacher?"
"He's sitting down at a desk."
"What country is he from? His nose is too small."
"His skin is all yellow, like a lizardman."
"His face is so flat, too."
(I have a bad feeling about this.)
The students kept talking like that until the teacher arrived, then they suddenly stopped. I wanted to just leave and go ho, but the class was starting.
The students were still occasionally glancing at . I tried to ignore them.
"I am the teacher for the second-year alchemy class, Lydia Nannuzzi."
I wrote down her na in a notebook I'd received.
"Let's get started imdiately."
Lydia started talking.
"Perapera pera peraperapera pera peraperapera perapera perapera. Perapera pera peraperapera pera pera perapera. Perapera peraperapera peraperaperapera pera perapera perapera pera."
(She talks too fast! I can't understand what she's saying at all.)
I tried to write down so of what she was saying in the notebook, feeling like I was in the middle of a test I hadn't studied for.
(This all seems new to , so there must be so good information in here.)
It was several minutes later when I realized sothing.
(This is only part of the information in the book I read! She's just confusing!)
My hopes for learning alchemy at the school were deflating.
(Maybe I need to find a more advanced alchemy class...?)
"These ingredients can only be found in the southern wetlands. However, there are lizardn and powerful monsters there, so alchemists join parties of adventurers to collect them."
(Lizardn, huh? Didn't soone say I looked like one, earlier?)
I had been serious when the class started, but I was starting to get sleepy. Having returned to the college life that I'd missed and yearned for, I just wanted to go ho and sleep.
"Does anyone here know what's necessary to raise the level of a mid-grade potion?"
At the university I'd gone to, grades were only based on exams. Students didn't want to get involved, so when a professor asked the class a question, nobody would answer unless the professor asked a specific student to. During the class, I got to experience that unique kind of awkward silence a couple tis.
By the ti the class ended, I was leaning towards going ho instead of attending more classes.
Walking through the corridors, I encountered a certain blonde loli.
"...hey, wait, why are you here?"
Ester was dressed in a Middles Ages nobility sort of way, with colorful clothes and a cloak.
"Ah, well, as of today I'm a student here."
"Hmmmmmm? At your age?"
(You don't have to put it like that. I hope you get treated that way when you get to be my age.)
"And why are you here?"
"I'm also a student here, obviously."
"Ah, I see."
"Were you a noble, then?"
"Eh?"
"There's no way that soone could pay the entrance fee here from one job as an adventurer."
"I just happened to have a personal connection that got admitted."
"The board of directors here doesn't allow that sort of thing, though."
Her high-tension side of the conversation was drawing looks from passing students.
"Don't worry about it. And weren't you an adventurer too?"
"Don't compare to you! I'm an adventurer, but before that I'm a noble!"
"Ah, is that so."
(I knew she had rich parents. Low-level adventurers don't normally travel in nice carriages like that.)
"Well then, I have to get to class, so I'll be going."
"Hey, wait!"
I made a smooth escape from Ester by going to another alchemy class instead of going ho.
After the second alchemy class I went to ended, classes were mostly over for the day, and I started walking ho.
It had been over 10 years since I'd been in college, and I'd always thought of that ti fondly. But unlike then, I had no friends my age there with .
(It's just not the sa without a friend here. And the material in those classes was...questionable. At the school's pace, getting to the elixir of youth would take more than a lifeti. I think the students there only take alchemy classes so they can keep up with conversations at dinner parties with other nobles.)
I hadn't learned anything useful that wasn't in the book I'd read at ho, and I hadn't seen a workshop for actually practicing alchemy.
(For now, I'll just forget about the dorms and head ho. I should try studying from the books there, instead. I don't think I'll be going to those classes again, at least not for a while.)
When I got back to my house, there were two soldiers standing in front of it, each holding a spear in one hand. They were taking turns knocking on the door loudly, "Kon kon, kon kon, kon kon."
(Why are they here? Is this about my jailbreak after I was arrested?!)
I heard them talking to each other between knocks.
"Do you think he's out, or just pretending to be?"
"I don't know, but we should keep trying. We'll get yelled at if we go back too soon with no results."
(I know my appearance is unusual here, but at the ti, staying here and hoping they focused on that woman who was getting executed was my only choice. I could have died if I'd tried walking to another town.)
(Of course, I could have died in that forest, too. That did work out, but treating this like a RPG where I only needed to follow appropriate-looking quests was a huge mistake. I do have a status screen and skill points, which is very ga-like, but I seem to be the only one with them, and I still don't know what they really an.)
(I had been hoping that they didn't care about . I have different clothes, and a rank as an adventurer, and I bought a house, and I think I lost so weight, so I was hoping I didn't seem like the sa person. Maybe that was naive.)
(I still have enough money to get a carriage to another town. I could probably stay at that village with the orcs for a few days, and maybe even earn so money there.)
(No, I shouldn't assu that's why those soldiers are here. Maybe they're here about my fight with that noble. Wait, that might actually be worse. But I can't bring myself to just abandon my house now! I'll talk to the soldiers, and if I really, absolutely, definitely have to, I'll hit them with fireballs and leave town.)
"Hello, was there so incident with my house?"
"You're the owner here?"
"Yes, although I just moved in recently."
"We're here for the tax collection."
"Tax?"
"The sales tax, land tax, and interest. The taxes on this property haven't been payed for 7 years, so the total amount is 150 gold."
"Ehh?!"
Needing to pay so kind of tax was completely unexpected.
"Um, 150 gold, that's more than the property is worth!"
"People kept moving in and out here, so the taxes built up. I understand your complaint, but this is the system in our country. If you own a house, it's your obligation to pay taxes on it."
"If there were taxes due on it, why didn't you collect them from the people I bought this house from?"
"That's because property owned by nobles is exempt from those taxes."
"But I have to pay any back taxes if I buy it?"
"Right, the nobles wanted to discourage property going from nobles to commoners."
I felt like I'd been hit in the head with a hamr. This sohow seed even worse than if they had actually co to arrest .
(I let my guard down because it was fantasy! Argh, I never thought that I'd get manipulated like that! Taxes?! Fantasy doesn't need taxes!)
"Paynt is due by the end of the month. If you're late, your house will be seized."
"What, the end of the month?!"
"It sounds like you were tricked by the real estate agent. People coming here from other countries seem to get taken by frauds more often. You should learn from this and do things properly in the future."
In my mind, I saw the smiling face of the real estate agent, and heard the voice of the bald guy from the guild telling , "Don't get taken by so scam artist."
(He got . I was completely fooled. No wonder it was cheap!)
"We'll co again at the end of the month. Get the money together by then."
After that, I stood outside for a couple minutes, just staring at my house.
The first thing I did was buy a calendar at a nearby store.
I put it up on a wall and glared at it. 25 days remained until the end of the month.
(The tax paynt doesn't match the building's value. I rember that real estate agent telling that most of the buildings in this area were 50 to 100 gold. If that's right, then if I payed the full amount, it would be enough to buy 2 houses here. Letting my house get seized would be the logical option. But I can't just give up on it! It's my house!)
(But there's no way I can realistically get 150 gold in a month. That's 15 high orcs worth of gold! I couldn't do that. For that matter, I don't know where I'd find them.)
(Should I try to borrow it from that magic noble? On the one hand, he definitely has the money, but on the other hand, no.)
(From now on, I'm not going to blindly trust soone again like I did with that real estate agent.)
I went down to the first floor, and looked at the bookshelves.
(Maybe there's sothing described in here that I can sell.)
Reading through books in the atelier randomly, I noticed sothing.
Most of them were written by hand, probably by the sa person, and probably in the sa building I was living in.
Reading on, I realized their goal. They had been trying to cure a certain disease.
(They must not have made it in ti.)
The handwriting towards the end of so of the books grew more and more erratic.
In the last entry I saw, a complicated process was described with a mixture of joy and sadness. At the end, there was a note: "I have identified the necessary materials for the dicine. But there is no way I can get the liver of a red dragon."
(...a dragon? I sohow thought dragons would exist here. Red dragons must be strong. If it says "red dragon" then that must an there are other colors too, like blue or yellow.)
The disease the author had was called "Alvecchio's Disease."
It gradually caused muscles to stop working, until eventually afflicted people died from not being able to breathe. The mortality rate was 100%, with humans dying within 6 months of contracting it, and elves dying within 3 years.
It apparently had a magical component, like a curse, so recovery magic would only treat the symptoms, and the worse the disease got the faster the symptoms would return.
(This author was actually an amazing person. If I can, I'd like to finish their work and make this dicine soday. But right now, I have other problems.)
Feeling sentintal, I looked out a window, and it was dark out. At so point, the magic lighting in the first floor had co on, so I hadn't even noticed.
(Was that automatic? I don't rember it turning on by itself before. Maybe I turned it on and forgot about it because I was focused on reading.)
(...I'm hungry.)
I decided to go get dinner.
I went to a small nearby restaurant, and ordered so food and drinks.
As I was eating, two adventurer-looking n in their 20s were talking near .
"Seriously?! 1000 gold for one dicine?"
"It's true, it just arrived today."
"Still, Alvecchio's Disease? I don't think it matters how much you pay, nobody even knows what causes it."
"Co on, you know you're thinking about what you could do with 1000 gold."
"Of course I am. The king is notorious for being stingy, but I guess it's a different matter when it cos to the life of his only daughter."
(Alvecchio's Disease. They definitely said Alvecchio's Disease! It's a quest! It's a special event!)
I got up from my seat.
(Didn't I take down one of the country's top magicians easily? And I took down a high orc by myself, too.)
I went over to their table.
"Hey, you two."
"Eh? What is it, geezer?"
"I'd like to hear a little more about what you were discussing."
"Who are you? Is he soone you know?"
"I don't know him."
"Hey miss, a round of drinks for this table, on ."
(Information GET!)
Apparently the king had a sick daughter. He'd hired the best doctors, but only learned the na of her disease, which was diagnosed by a certain magic noble.
A few days ago, he had finally offered a reward to anyone who could cure his daughter.
(I'll just have to make that dicine, then.)
All but one of the ingredients were either in the atelier's supplies or available in the town. The problem was the liver of a red dragon, the sa thing that had stopped the author of those books.
I decided to go for a red dragon.
Thinking about it, I was filled with determination.
(I'm going to need more firepower.)
[cue determination music]
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