âAre you sure about it?â one of the guards asked.
âLook at it yourself â the runes are blinking!â the other replied. âThis only happens when the tanks drop below 25%.â
The first guy raised an eyebrow.
âIs thereâs something wrong with the enchantment?â he asked again in disbelief. âThe potions are meant to last 15 years. Didnât we refill them like⊠4 years ago?â
But the other one shook his head.
âNo way. Iâd buy that if it was just one type of potion, but itâs several. Maybe thereâs a leak in the room or something.â
âThatâs even less likelyâŠâ
Percy tried his best not to show any reaction as the attendant led him out of the corridor. Hopefully, he wouldnât get Leo in trouble. Then again, he didnât feel
too
guilty about it, all things considered. The boy wouldnât have even been alive right now if not for him, nor would he have stood a chance of recovering without robbing the academy clean.
The good news was that the inhalables had done their job. Leoâs mind had stopped absorbing mind mana past a certain point, the network of memories in his head having reached a more complete state. Or at least, that was how it appeared from the outside. Percy hadnât interfered during the last several hours, allowing the network to heal by itself. That lessened the pain he felt, giving him a chance to focus on his own training.
On the flipside, it also meant he wasnât privy to the new memories. Not that it was a bad thing, as there were too many of them now, and he had no interest in spying on Leoâs entire life. Nor did he want to risk messing with his hostâs fragile mind any more than necessary. Of course, he still wanted to ask the boy a few questions, but heâd rather wait for him to wake up first.
âWhy is he taking so long though?â
By now, Leoâs mind
felt
about as healthy as Percyâs other hosts, so he was confident it wouldnât just crumble once he was gone. However, he couldnât shake the worry that Leo might remain in a coma.
âWell, if he doesnât come to his senses by the time I leave, Iâll drop him in a public space. The local healers will take it from there.â
It wouldnât be ideal, as Leo would be forced to answer all sorts of difficult questions about the last month, without Percyâs guidance. Even worse, his second core had also taken form, which was bound to raise a few eyebrows by itself. But there was only so much Percy could do about it.
âAt least he doesnât know of my other secrets. Maybe theyâll let him be after the initial commotion. Though I still donât know if the Moiraisâ Decree gets passed down to oneâs children.â
There was a good chance that even the Moirais themselves couldnât answer that. Some Decrees â
like Phoebeâs and Eaâs
â were obtained through bestowal, while others â
like Iapetusâs
â were clearly inheritable. Some might even require one to be born on a specific world.
He sighed. He didnât like the idea of spreading such a powerful Decree on every planet he visited, but he wasnât going to start murdering his hosts to prevent that either.
âItâs probably best for Remior if itâs inheritable, actuallyâŠâ
Regardless, things would be so much simpler if Leo woke up soon. It would give Percy a chance to coach the boy and do some damage control.
Alas, his hostâs recovery had helped him indirectly too, in the chamber. Once he stopped absorbing all the mana in there, the potions had finally begun to work as intended, letting him maximize his gains in the training room.
In fact, Percy grinned as he thought about everything he had achieved, not only in the Wisemanâs Chamber, but during this entire trip. Heâd registered a new alchemic principle, learning to brew pills, gels and inks. Heâd also studied the theory enough that he felt confident in reproducing any other transformations by himself, should he need them in the future. Dugris had even taught him how to draw the tattoos, giving him all the tools to elevate the trollsfury potion to the next level.
Then, there was the knowledge heâd obtained about the peak factions in the universe. Granted, he still had to find a reliable way to actively travel to those worlds, but he at least had a clearer idea of how to reach his goals.
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Heâd also squeezed nearly half a yearâs worth of training in the past week alone, establishing a firm foundation in pre-casting, and registering a brand-new spell in the process.
Finally, the extent to which heâd familiarized himself with the air affinity couldnât be overstated. He might not be as proficient with it as his soul and pure cores, but he could probably handle himself in a fight, and even start developing some interesting combination spells with Micky.
âThereâs only one thing left to do hereâŠâ
Thanking the attendant for his service, he bid him farewell before heading off. He still had a couple days left until the Mana Flow lecture, and he desperately needed to get some shut eye before then.
Reaching his room, he dropped his stuff carelessly on the floor before falling face-first into his pillow, sinking in the soft mattress like a brick. Honestly, he could have used a shower â
his body stank of sweat and caked blood
â but he was too tired to care right now.
In fact, he hadnât even bothered to close the curtains. The sunlight might be a little annoying at the moment, but he counted on it to wake him up in time for the class.
âWell, based on Klatzâs personality, thereâs a decent chance heâll check up on me tooâŠâ
he thought as he dozed off.
***
Percyâs eyes jolted open as the relentless banging on his door continued. Coming to his senses took him a few seconds longer than heâd like. Sleeping had definitely helped, but he was still exhausted.
âUggghhhh⊠Iâm coming.â he groaned.
Glancing out of the window, he noticed it was dark outside. Sure enough, his pal wouldnât let him sleep in on such an important day. And he wasnât alone.
âAre you alright?â Lyn asked upon seeing him, her features contorting in concern.
âYou look like crap.â Klatz frowned.
The two stood outside his room, holding a flat object covered in wrappings. It was about two by one metres across, as thick as his finger. Percy wanted to ask about it, but something else took precedence.
âHow long till the lecture starts?â
âHalf an hourâŠâ Klatz replied, getting a nod back.
âIs that blood on your face?!â Lyn didnât let up, however.
âItâs not as bad as it looks. Give me ten minutes to wash myself. Iâd rather not show up in the auditorium like this.â Percy said, hurriedly grabbing a few things from his room while internally scrambling to come up with an excuse.
Heâd told them about his advanced Alchemy classes, but he hadnât mentioned the competition or the Wisemanâs Chamber. Poor Leo was already going to have a tough time explaining how he went from having zero interest in alchemy, to acing such a high-level class, then back to not even knowing what a cauldron wasâŠ
Lyn opened her mouth to say something, but he never gave her the chance, practically running towards the restroom.
âFeel free to wait in my room! You can drop that thing there if itâs heavy!â he yelled, not even glancing back.
***
âSorry about the stench.â Percy chuckled.
Upon returning to his room, he found his friends standing outside again. He could tell theyâd entered at some point, as theyâd left the object theyâd brought propped up against the desk, and even opened the window to let some fresh air in.
âNever mind that!â Lyn quipped, scanning him from head to toe, clearly searching for injuries. âWill you please explain what happened to you
this time?
â
Percy shrugged, having already decided on how to deal with this.
âRemember how my Alchemy teacher was an asshole at the start of the course? Well, he made it up to me by recommending me to enter the Wisemanâs Chamber.â
The kids gasped upon hearing that, and he didnât really blame them for it, as this wasnât the kind of opportunity the academyâs teachers randomly handed out. Though, in his defence, it wasnât even a
lie.
Sure, heâd omitted a few details to downplay his competence in the subject, but this was truly how it all began.
Of course, his friendsâ shocked expressions soon gave way to odd looks. Either they found it difficult to believe a teacher would be that generous, or they had a tough time seeing how heâd ended up covered in blood after some training.
Whatever the case, he didnât let them press him on it.
âSo, whatâs that thing you were carrying?â he asked, pointing at the wrapped object with his elbow.
Lyn didnât seem very thrilled to drop the topic that easily but, luckily, Klatzâs eyes lit up upon hearing his words.
âI made it!â
Walking to his creation, the boy carefully tore the wrappings out, treating the object as gently as he would a baby. Percy was tempted to rush him, as the suns had already risen, meaning that they didnât have long before the class started. But he didnât have the heart to do that, seeing how excited his friend was. Not to mention that he might have still been asleep if not for them.
A painstaking amount of time later, Klatz was finally done, moving aside while pointing proudly at the object. It was a painting, and a damn beautiful one, too. It depicted three people resting on their backs amidst tall blades of blue grass. Two boys and a girl.
âIs that us?â Percy asked upon closer inspection, getting a grin back.
Looking back into the art piece, he noticed that what heâd originally thought to be a colourful ceiling was actually way too close to the ground. Theyâd easily bump their heads if they stood.
âNo. This isnât a ceiling at all. Are those birds?â
There were so many of them, blending into a dense swarm. Each was small enough to fit in oneâs palm, though only half of them shone in vibrant colours, the rest flying among them like shadows.
âThe blumbins?!â Percy asked in disbelief. âDonât tell me you got this done in the last few days?!â
It had barely been over a week since their little trip. And Percy could tell from the detail in the painting how much effort his pal had put into it. Probably dozens upon dozens of hours, which was even more impressive given how short days and weeks were on Felmara. Evidently, he wasnât the only one whoâd been working hardâŠ
âDo you like it?â Klatz asked, his smile widening upon seeing his surprise. âI call it
âBondsâ
...â
ââŠAnd I want you to have it.â