Chapter 169 – How to Become an Alchemist
Vivian’s face turned pale at the words of such a holy day. Her holy day begins to put a lot of pressure on her.
“A promise is a promise. As much as I set a working time of 4 hours a day, you should show that much performance.”
“…”
“You don’t need excuses. It’s basic to dedicate your body every day, and apart from that, do your workshop work perfectly.”
“That…That’s impossible…!”
“Is it possible? If you give up avoiding Elisha.”
“…”
Vivian is embarrassed by Seongil’s coercive orders. However, she has no choice but to admit that she is not wrong, so in the end she nods her head and accepts her reality.
“Haa… I see. I can’t help it.”
“I thought about it well. If you’re really tired, you can sleep here.”
“What nonsense…!”
“If you’re going to class, work at the studio, and even work that satisfies me, you wouldn’t have enough days?”
“…But I hate that.”
“I see. But just in case, I’ll leave one room empty. If you’re tired from work, take a break there.”
“Shut up…”
Having said that, Vivian clenched her teeth and went into her workshop. Looking at her like that, she thinks of her holy day.
‘Hmm… Shall we manipulate the dream one more time to make it easier to teach? It’s a bit of a waste to have to use voodoo on Lee Ah-hyun… But it’s nice to save time…’
While thinking about it, Seong-il feels that an idea flashes in her head.
‘No, wouldn’t it be easier to manipulate her father than Vivian anyway…?’
Thinking so, Seong-il goes into the studio where Vivian is working and talks to her.
“Are you busy?”
“Of course!! Who am I working overtime for!!”
“Hmm… Ok. Instead of leaving work early today, can you tell me something? I’ll tell Erica well.”
“…What?”
“About your father.”
“…Suddenly? For what purpose?”
“If you keep your word, I’ll pass the recipe on to you, but shouldn’t I know who it is and what it does? Of course?”
“Hmm…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to cheat.”
Vivian thought after hearing Seongil’s words. She tries to propose to her Sungil in reverse.
“…Jeong then, I’m going to have lunch with my father tomorrow, so why don’t you join us?”
‘Oh…!!’
Seong-il, who asked Vivian for the personal details of Sir Brenner’s sister, and then used her invisibility ring to steal her hair from his office, Seong-il answers Vivian’s proposal by straightening her face.
“Sure! Lunch tomorrow?”
“…Why do you like it so much?”
“Ah! Your father is also a self-made merchant. Since I come from a trading family, I was interested in it. What is the real life of a great person who rises from a commoner to an aristocrat?”
Unexpectedly, when her seongil praises her father, Vivian puts on a very bright expression, and she replies to him in a bright voice.
“Isn’t that right? Surprisingly, what do you know?”
“Keuheum… Anyway, so please take care of me tomorrow.”
“Of course! And…”
“…?”
“It’s better if my… Tomorrow’s… Good agreement and this… Strange bet ends early…”
Vivian looking at her Holy Day with her face reddened and twisting her body. Seong-il laughed at her naive reaction and thought to himself.
‘What nonsense. From now on, you will have to belong to me and make me happy. He’s talking nonsense.’
Seong-il, who had a sinister thought inside her, answered by patting her shoulder while hiding her true feelings.
“Okay. Anyway, go in early today. I’ll tell Erica.”
“Um… Is that really okay?”
“Of course.
“Okay! Next time I’ll make sure to finish it even if I work overtime!”
“Yes, yes.”
Seong-il, who had left Vivian like that, thought about her sinister plan.
‘Hmm! Seeing the situation tomorrow, I can steal something like Sir Brenner’s hair…?’
Seong-il, who had such insidious thoughts, looked forward to her meeting with Sir Brenner tomorrow, and she ended the day.
Next day.
“Vivian!! My precious princess!!”
“Father!!”
‘…They’re good.’
Seong-il calmly observes the content of the conversation between the seemingly harmonious father and daughter and their conversation. Lord Brenner, seeing such a holy day, began to question him.
“Hmm? Who are you? Why are you here with my daughter?”
When Sir Brenner asks about Seongil’s identity in an aggressive tone, Vivian intervenes.
“Father! He’s the business partner I mentioned last time. His name is Seong-il.”
“Hmm… Yeah…?”
Sir Brenner glared at Seongil with the eyes of a hunter. He scans the holy day up and down to measure him. And in order to solve such a father’s reaction, Vivian begins to explain.
“Ah! And this time, he’s the main player in the vitality potion business that my father praised. That’s why I brought him to lunch today…”
“Ah!! This friend is him…!!”
“Yes. I am Han Seong-il, who is in the business of manufacturing vitality potions. Nice to meet you.”
“Haha! You should have said that earlier! I almost made a mistake with an important guest.”
Having said that, Sir Brenner reached out to Seong-il with a very wide-open expression. Seong-il started to shake hands with a bitter smile at his change of attitude.
“Haha…! I already asked Vivian about purchasing the recipe, but the fact that it came out today means you’re thinking in a positive way, right?”
“Well, it’s undecided yet.”
“Hmm…?”
When Seong-il, whom he thought was visiting for his business, adopts a lukewarm attitude, Brenner tightens his grip and frowns at him.
‘What?’
Annoyed by his provocative behavior, Seong-il builds up energy in his hand and, conversely, begins to forcefully apply strength to his hand.
“Keuheuk…!!”
Brenner frowned at the sudden excruciating pain he felt in his net. Seong-il smiles at him and starts talking.
“There are so many people who want my potion recipe. If I sell it, I will consider the trader’s ability.”
“Damn…! That… Is that so…”
Sir Brenner desperately endures the pain in his hand and answers Seongil. At his reaction, Seong-il smiles like a mischievous child and begins to relax his hands.
“Whoa…”
Brenner looks at Seongil with a sigh of relief as the pain disappears from his hand. Seeing him like that, Seong-il starts talking.
“Hmm… First of all, I think the first impression is good.”
“Haha! That… Thank you for looking at me like that!!”
“I also feel that if the recipe is to be sold, it might be a good idea to pass it on to one of my colleagues, the Vivian family.”
“Haha!! Of course! If Seongil-gun sells the recipe, I’ll pay the price with no regrets.”
“Ha ha… I see.”
Since Sir Brenner didn’t come here to make friends with him anyway, Seong-il gives him an appropriately mouth-watering word and does his best to find a sacrifice for the voodoo doll.
‘Kkeuh… This man has circular baldness, so he doesn’t have a lot of hair. What to do…’
“Oh…! This dessert is pretty good! It’s a taste I’d recommend learning from my family’s chef, unless it’s annoying to wipe something in your mouth!”
Having said that, Brenner takes a bite of the dessert, chews on the food, picks up a napkin and starts wiping his mouth.
‘Hmm…?’
Brenner’s napkin that catches the eye on such a holy day. He looks at the napkin and thinks.
‘Hmm… I think the napkin might have Brenner’s saliva on it. Would you be able to cast spells on a voodoo doll with that…?’
Although he was suspicious, he didn’t see any other numbers, so Seong-il calmed down and continued the conversation.
The lunch, which lasted for a long time in a friendly atmosphere, ended like that, and around the end of the lunch, Seong-il quickly steals the napkin used by Brenner and puts it in his arms.
“Then see you next time!!”
“Yes! Then see you next time.”
“That… Oh… I have to take care of my father and family today…”
Vivian, who probably wants to skip work today as well as yesterday. Seong-il smiles bitterly at her reaction and lets Vivian go.
“Yes, I’ll let you rest until today. My father came from far away, but I can’t make him work on a day like today.”
“Thank you!!”
She quickly left the restaurant with Sir Brenner, wearing a very bright expression that she did not usually show, and Seong-il, who saw them, quickly started returning to the workshop.
‘Please, it should work out…’
After returning to her workshop, Seong-il quickly goes down to her basement and wraps Brenner’s napkin around her voodoo doll, then prays to her voodoo doll.
“Hey! Please appear in my dreams today!! I beg you!!”
Leaving behind her uneasy feelings, Seong-il, who came up from her basement, seizes her cursed sword and starts injecting her mana to calm her down.
‘Haa… It should work out.’
“Hmm? What?”
“Heeek!! Surprised! Fuck!!”
『Hee! You madman! Why are you shouting!!』
“…Uh?”
“…Why?”
“Am I crazy…? Why do I hear hallucinations…?”
“What kind of hallucination? You crazy man.”
“…If this isn’t an hallucination, who the hell is it?”
“It’s me, man. The sword you are holding in your hand right now.”
“!!”
Seong-Il feels a chill in his spine when he realizes that the target who is talking to him out of the blue is the 『Cursed Sword』 He is holding. He grabs the sword and starts talking to him.
‘No fuck… What kind of sword is talking to…?’
“Why? Is there a law that says not to speak?』
“Fuck!! It’s a blink!!”
Even though it was clearly repeated in my mind. Seong-il is surprised by the sword that reads his mind and speaks to him. As if the sword was pitiful for him, he began to speak.
“Sick child. Are you really that ignorant? Last time I read your thoughts and spoke to you.”
‘Ah…’
Come to think of it, Seong-il remembered hearing a strange hallucination while he was thinking about it the other day. He calms his pounding heart and starts asking him (?) Questions.
‘What are you? How can a sword speak?’
“Ah? Is it self-introduction time?”
‘…Okay. Please tell me your true identity.’
『This body!! It’s a sword!』
‘…Is this bastard?’
『Keuhmm… Don’t be angry. I will start explaining from now on.”
‘Haa… Crazy… No, that’s it. Anyway, tell me.’
Seong-il was dumbfounded by the cursed sword’s bottomless speech, but it was also true that he was curious, so he decided to hold back his annoyance as much as possible and cater to the sword.
『Ah, I am a sword made by the Demilich. Ego Sword.』
‘Ego Sword?’
“Huh. A sword with an ego?』
‘…You? In that world, the Ego Sword would be the guide’s sword used by dimensional wanderers, right?’
『The guide’s sword? What is that?”
‘There is. Something like that. It’s not important, anyway, if you’re an Ego Sword… Why didn’t other users hear your voice?’
“Huh? How do you know that I can’t communicate with other guys…?”
‘… Let’s move on to the trivial things. Anyway, why can’t I talk to other ‘users’, so I can have a conversation?’
“Ah? How trivial is that…”
‘Shut up and answer my questions!’
『Sheesh! How picky! Perhaps the reason other users didn’t hear me was because they weren’t wizards.”
‘…I’m not a wizard either?’
“Oh yeah? After going through that, the amount of “Mana” Possessed is not that of a warrior…』
‘Ah… Is it because of the inner strength…’
『Inner air? What is your inner strength?』
‘There is. How warriors train in the East. It’s a way to use the ‘magic’ you mentioned on the body, not magic.’
“Oh! I know that! Are you talking about Ki?”
‘Uh…? Do you know that’s right. It’s similar.’
“Oh oh!! Also!! That was it!!”
‘…Anyway, beyond that, why are you only able to communicate with wizards?’
『Oh that? As I said before, the person who made me is a demilich. The one who created it in the first place is a wizard, so the method of communication is magical power.”
‘Hmm… That’s why I can’t communicate with the warriors…?’
『It’s nothing!! A demilich is a demonic monster that transcends a normal lich!! They’re like monsters who use mana even to breathe.”
‘…Isn’t the lich a corpse? Even if it’s a metaphor, what kind of ‘breathing’ is it?’
『That’s stupid.』
‘…What man?’
“They say I’m stupid because I’m stupid. Demilich is undead, but it is not undead, you idiot.”
‘Eh?’
