"Hmm? Why are you asking that? Do you want to enter the academy without taking the test?" Linda blinked curiously. "In that case, you don't need to worry. When you turn twelve, I'll send a letter of recomndation from the academy so you can be accepted imdiately. After all, you're my disciple, so you don't need to go through the formal procedures like other prospective students."
Actually, this thod could be considered cheating and unprofessional. The academy's rules prohibited students from entering through the back door.
But Linda didn't care. She was the head of the academy, and rlin was her student.
Moreover, she was one hundred percent sure rlin would be much stronger at the age of twelve—even surpassing other talented children his age.
So, the entrance test for him would indeed be pointless in the future.
Listening to her words, rlin smiled slightly and shook his head.
"I appreciate your kindness, and I'm really looking forward to it. But that's not what I really want to talk about," he replied, sipping the strawberry juice in his hand. "Do you rember when I was kidnapped? That day, I accidentally t a boy around eleven to thirteen years old. His na was Tharvis Triad. He was just a poor kid with no background. But…"
rlin reached into his pocket, pulled out a small blue bottle of potion, and handed it to her.
"I bought this potion from him, and I hope you can examine it."
Linda accepted the bottle and examined it carefully. The potion was a murky blue, with black dots floating inside.
Linda's eyebrows furrowed as she turned to rlin. "This is just a low-grade bronze potion—no, it can't even be categorized as a bronze potion. Its purity is below five percent, which is very poor. If sold, it probably wouldn't fetch even a single bronze coin."
A defective potion had no value. After all, no one would be foolish enough to drink sothing like that. It was basically the sa as risking their own life.
Linda didn't understand why rlin was bringing up this topic. However, as an educated person, she waited calmly for him to explain.
rlin chuckled softly and nodded slowly. "You're right. How long do you think it would take a novice alchemist to make this potion?"
Linda thought for a mont before answering, "I'm not an alchemist, so I don't really know. But in my estimation, it should take about two to three months for a novice alchemist who has just started their training. Of course, talent also plays a role. If they're very talented, maybe two to three weeks would be enough—or even less."
"But if they're less talented, it could take more than four months. By the way..." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Can you explain what you an?"
For so reason, her disciple was acting very mysterious, which only made her more curious.
"Master, would you believe if I said it was actually Tharvis who made this potion? He did it without a tutor, without experience, without a proper environnt, and without the expensive tools alchemists usually use. Most amazingly, he only relied on his late grandfather's recipe and made the potion as if he were just boiling ordinary water."
Upon hearing this, Linda froze. Her eyes widened as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.
A few monts later, she snapped out of her shock and stared at rlin with a sharp gaze.
"Is what you're saying real, or are you joking with ? If it's just a joke, it's not funny, you know?" Her voice turned serious.
What sort of alchemist could create a potion using nothing but a single pot?
In her entire life, she had never encountered anyone like that, much less seen their thod firsthand. It seed utterly impossible.
"Master, do you think I'm joking?" rlin rolled his eyes. "I'm telling the truth. That person really exists, and he's the Tharvis I was talking about."
He stared at the potion in awe. "At first, I didn't believe it either, but the boy himself told . He was born poor, and I even saw him getting beaten by one of the potion shopkeepers. Do you think he would lie to ?"
Linda was stunned, lost in thought. She knew her disciple very well.
Since rlin didn't seem to be joking, his words were most likely true. Still, imagining soone capable of doing such a thing felt impossible and hard to believe.
Snapping out of her reverie, she gulped down her orange juice in one go and asked, "So, what you ant earlier was to enroll him in Saint Freya Academy?"
"Yes, Master." rlin nodded seriously. "I really want him to enter the academy as soon as possible. His talent is extraordinary, and it would be a waste if it isn't honed now."
He understood Linda's surprise. Even he himself, looking at it from a reader's perspective, had been shocked when he discovered how terrifying Tharvis's talent was.
At that mont, he thought that if it weren't for Abel, Tharvis should have been the real main character. Not to ntion, in the novel, he could concoct a gold-level potion in a short amount of ti.
Such talent was extrely rare—it was no exaggeration to call it the rarest in a thousand years.
"All right, I'll use my authority as the head of the academy to enroll him later. But first, I want to et him and confirm that what you said is true," Linda stated calmly.
It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but sotis, in formal matters or those involving power, personal feelings couldn't be involved.
What's more, she actually hated the practice of using back doors the most. It was only because rlin was her disciple that she agreed to his request.
Otherwise, she wasn't sure she would have made the sa decision.
rlin naturally understood Linda's position and didn't get angry. "Thank you, Master."
...
Four days passed quickly. Unlike the previous ten days, the rest of these days felt more relaxed.
rlin trained in the morning, rested in the afternoon, and continued again at night.
When night ca, he spent ti with Catrine, deepening their relationship.
Although the girl's affection had already reached one hundred points, rlin could still earn system points by continuing to deepen her feelings, which were then converted into system points.
"Fire magic: Fireballs!"
rlin shouted as he raised his right hand forward.
Whoosh!
Fifteen fireballs the size of volleyballs appeared in the air, hovering for a mont before shooting at terrifying speed toward the target.
Boom!
Ten training puppets reinforced with Linda's magic were reduced to ashes in seconds.
"Good attack, rlin. You've improved dramatically. I'm sure you can beco even stronger without ," Linda praised, letting out a deep sigh.
Previously, she had thought rlin was talented but still within the ordinary category. After all, his talent was only A-rank, while those with S-rank talent were far above him.
But reality had slapped her in the face—this boy was growing at an incredible speed. His understanding of magic even surpassed that of the gifted children she had t before.
At the complint, rlin chuckled softly.
"Thank you, Master."
Linda only smiled faintly before asking, "By the way, what about the boy you ntioned? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"
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