Damn Academy

11 – Recipe(1)

After dinner, I was looking through books related to herbalism in Silverin’s library one by one.

Silverin’s study was larger than several rooms put together. It was even larger than the archives of the Acates Temple that I had seen while living in Lorail Hall.

It was amazing that one individual could own such a number of books.

And I was enjoying a great privilege in freely using such a wizard’s library.

Mages and alchemists are beta and exclusive when it comes to knowledge. This is because the knowledge they have is directly related to power and power. That’s why I couldn’t go in and out of their study unless I had a trustworthy relationship.

I heard that it is very difficult to obtain books on magic and alchemy unless you are a related person.

I don’t know why they let me in so easily if I had a bad heart and took out or misused research materials.

If you see me as a half-penny who doesn’t know how to use it even if you give it to me, then I have nothing to say.

I walked all the way between the bookshelves. The place where herbal medicine and alchemy books were stored was dusty. It’s been quite a while since I didn’t touch it.

I still lacked a general understanding of herbs. Advanced stages such as herbal refining, potion manufacturing, and recipe development were yet to be dreamed of.

While searching through the books, I came across a book that had been touched by many people.

‘Herbal Encyclopedia’

I opened the book and skimmed through it. The types, characteristics, and efficacy of herbs were written and illustrations were drawn. It has exactly the knowledge I need.

Some pages had traces of study, such as someone’s notes or notes.

Is it a trace of Silverin?

As I was flipping through the book, it suddenly cut off at some point. There was something like a bookmark stuck in the middle of the book.

It’s a little parchment. I picked it up and turned it over. A portrait of someone was drawn on a piece of paper the size of a palm.

Who is it?

At first glance, it is the face of a boy who looks a little younger than me. The boy’s hair caught my attention. It was the same dark red color as Silverin’s hair.

And in the lower right corner of the parchment, small letters were written.

‘Janus’

It seemed to be the name of the boy in the portrait.

Like a kaleidoscope, Silverin’s words passed by.

Her only blood relative, her younger brother.

It was most likely the portrait of the dead brother Silverin had been talking about.

I felt like I touched something I shouldn’t have touched.

I wondered why this portrait was included in the Herbology Encyclopedia.

I checked the page where the picture was attached. I didn’t know if there was any connection.

‘… … !’

The page where the picture was placed had a story about Benemaril written on it. The herb that Liza and I tried to find together, said to be able to see the future. I double-checked the author of this book, which I inadvertently passed on.

Rutavis de Mardalos.

This was the book of the great sage Lutavis that Liza had seen when she was looking for Benemaril in the past.

It’s a strange feeling. I never dreamed that this would be held in my hands like this.

But, did Sylverin also take an interest in benemaril?

I started reading the description of benemaril in the book.

[ … … It feeds on the chaotic energy of the universe that governs time and space. There is only one organic substance like this, benemaril, and by accepting the chaotic energy of benemaril, we can briefly glimpse the other side of time and space. but… .]

There was no following. All the rest of the description of Benemaril had been torn out.

I thought for a moment why the page was torn out. Looking at the other pages of the book, the only item that had been ripped off was the Benemaril item.

Was it because I wanted to keep reading that page?

Maybe Sylverin was trying to solve some problem with benemaril. Could it be that it has something to do with the brother in the picture?

My doubts grew, but I couldn’t dig any further. This is a subject that can be sensitive. It was Silverin’s personal circumstances, and it was a matter that I shouldn’t have known about unless she told me directly of her will.

I put the picture on the original page. This book contains the knowledge I need right away, so I couldn’t just leave it there.

If you read everything and return it to its original location as if nothing had happened, there won’t be any problems.

***

That night, I had a dream.

I was in a town I had never seen before. The perpetual snow mountain I saw when I first came to Wiesel is laid like a background. If so, it’s not too far from here.

I went through the wall as if only my soul had escaped. I stopped in front of a two-story red brick mansion. Ivy covered most of the walls. The house must have been abandoned, but the iron gate was rusty and the windows were so thick that I couldn’t see inside.

I get sucked into it. I couldn’t control it. Go through the door and through the hallway. The inside is full of dust and there are spider webs everywhere. I entered what appeared to be a study. There are quite a lot of books there, though not as much as Silverin’s library.

There is a desk by the window. get closer to it

In the middle of the desk is a bundle of parchment paper tied together with twine. Even though the wind doesn’t even blow on this bundle of paper, it flutters as if it’s been hit by a strong wind, and the pages turn over.

And I woke up

I woke up at the same early morning every day in line with my training. I looked out the window and saw that the sun hadn’t even fully risen, as always.

The image is too clear and vivid to be a meaningless dream. Previously, if you had a dream like this, Silverin told you to write it down.

But today, unlike usual, a disturbing sound is heard through the window. it’s the voice of the people

Silverin doesn’t like visitors at all, so the mansion has always been quiet. It is unusual to hear the sound of visitors at this time.

I went out onto the balcony to see what was going on outside.

There were five strange visitors in front of the mansion. Silverin, several maids, and a butler were facing them.

And in the arms of one of the visitors was a woman covered in blood.

Silverin’s expression also hardened seriously. I talked to the visitors, but I couldn’t hear them well.

I left the room and went down the stairs. The front door in the center of the mansion is wide open, so you can barely hear anything from there.

“Come on, this way.”

A maid guides someone with a busy pace. A man holding a bloody woman hurriedly follows the maid. As I passed by, the bloodied woman was a young girl my age.

Silverin, who was standing in the hallway, frowned as if something troublesome had happened.

I approached them and overheard their conversation.

said Silverin.

“You have no idea where you crawled from?”

“I came and went last night in the blink of an eye. It was dark, so I couldn’t even see it. After that, no matter where the villagers searched Amman, they couldn’t find where they had fled.”

Silverin sighed as she roughly brushed through her messy hair.

“Okay. I’ll check it out later today, so go for it. The girl’s wound is not very deep, so it shouldn’t be life threatening. We’ll keep it with you until it settles down.”

“thank you. thank you. Wizard.”

The visitors bowed to Silverin repeatedly and finished the conversation and left.

Silverin sighed deeply and turned around to enter the mansion and run into me.

“What, are you awake?”

“Yes. What’s the matter with such a fuss?”

“There are ghouls in town. It must have gone into a family house in the middle of the night and made a fuss.”

Are you a ghoul? I doubted my ears.

Silverin had said the other day that monsters appear once or twice a year. But I didn’t think it would be a ghoul.

“There are ghouls here too… ?”

“no. This is the first time a ghoul has ever appeared. They always go in groups, so if there is one, there are dozens nearby. It’s really bothering me.”

Dozens of ghouls whose location could not be identified. With that amount of sleep, it wouldn’t take more than a night to turn a village into a sea of blood.

“It’s more serious than I thought.”

“To be a ghoul in this peaceful Wiesel, my head hurts. For now, today’s training is canceled. I have to go to town today.”

For me, it is a rare opportunity to accumulate practical experience. You can’t just suck your fingers.

Having at least one person with experience with ghouls is more helpful than not having one at all.

“I will follow.”

“no.”

I cut it off resolutely without any sign of distress, and I was at a loss for words for a moment. She moved on again at a brisk pace.

“I’ve dealt with ghouls before.”

When she heard me, she paused for a moment. Then, after thinking for a while, he sighed.

“Okay. But don’t take out that sword in front of people. Only take it out when you really want to die.”

“All right.”

“Prepare to leave right away. If you’re unlucky, you might get bloody in the morning, so be prepared.”