My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well

14 – Dark Red Gate (5)

We were gathered in front of the well Morphine had found.

Morphine must have been following my advice to report anything out of the ordinary, but from the moment I heard what he said, I was somewhat convinced.

this is the well

This well is the cause of the poison.

Because of the sudden poison in the well, Morphine’s mother and her colleagues, who normally drank here, collapsed from poisoning.

If it wasn’t for this reason, it was impossible to die suddenly after working in the same working environment for 10 years.

Naturally, questions about the warrior party were also resolved.

The reason why the warrior party, who had nothing to do with the factory, died of poisoning after stopping by the factory was because they drank water from this well.

“Are you sure. It’s because of the water in this well. The magical power I felt when I was diagnosing Morphine’s mother is felt in this water as well.”

He let out a sigh as he finished the magic response of the well water he had pumped up.

A special magic power that I felt while treating Morphine’s mother.

That magic power was felt much stronger in this water.

Morphine looked at me with a daunting expression.

“Sir, senior, then… ”

“uh. Now I can make an antidote.”

I found the cause, but I don’t know the antidote yet…

There was no sophistry like this for me.

I was confident in making an antidote for every special poison, as long as I had the poison that caused it.

It was because his sister, the eldest daughter of the family, was poisoned by a special poison and wandered between death a few years ago.

At that time, I was able to realize it while manufacturing more than 100 antidotes.

The antidote that makes a special poison has a certain mechanism.

So, if you can only know the poison that caused it, you can make an antidote for any poison.

So now I can say without a doubt.

Surely you can cure morphine’s mother.

“thank you! Thank you, senior!! I’ve received help several times, but I don’t know how to repay it again. thank you… thank you… This grace must be… ”

“Puppy grass. Take him and leave the factory. I have more to do. I’ll be going soon.”

“Yes, senior.”

I gave Delia the morphine that bowed her head with uncontrollable emotions.

Thanks to the juniors who don’t know shame, it’s my share to feel embarrassed.

That guy would probably be doing that endlessly if he wasn’t controlled.

Delia grabbed Morphine by the collar and dragged him out of the factory.

puppy pool…

Although shy, his actions were unstoppable to those he became close to.

“… … .”

As the two disappeared from sight, I looked at the well with mixed feelings.

In fact, it wasn’t just that Delia and morphine were sent first because they were unfamiliar with him.

It’s because I found a few things I didn’t like about this well while inducing magic power.

Ever since I learned that the ‘poison’ was what made Morphine’s mother bedridden, I’ve been constantly asking questions.

why germany?

Why did my mother who went to work in the factory suddenly become ‘addicted’?

Why did the poison suddenly spread in this ordinary well?

And that question was completely resolved only after he sensed the water in this well, more precisely, the magical power contained in the water.

The poison released into the water, and the magic power contained in it, was not ordinary magic power.

It was a gross and terrifying spell.

It was unpleasant and dirty, yet terribly familiar magic.

This terribly sticky feeling of magic…

“Asmodians… .”

It was the ‘magic of the demons’.

He continued to draw water from the well and began pouring it into a large basin brought from the factory.

In the meantime, the factory was in ruins and new water was not supplied, so the water in the well started to run out quickly.

I think I scooped about eight times.

I was finally able to scoop out all the water in the well.

“… I can’t see it.”

A well where all the water has been emptied and the bottom is exposed.

But perhaps because it was so deep, it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything underneath.

I rummaged through my magic bag.

There was a magical tool for everyday life prepared in advance for such a time.

It was [Light Stone], a stone that lit up the surroundings while emitting light.

Tak- Tak-

With a sound, the [Light Stone] fell into the middle of the well.

It was so deep that it hit the floor after rolling for a while.

I put my head in and looked inside.

“… … !”

And a shocking figure came into my narrow field of vision.

The combination of black and red creates bizarre colors and shapes…

gate.

There was a gate at the bottom of the well.

It was as if the black flesh had been eaten and red blood was shed.

It’s so bizarre and horrific that it’s hard to face.

The dark red gate opened its mouth towards me.

It was the moment when ominous signs and doubts became certain.

* * *

The wandering rimless glasses landed on the tip of my nose.

It was the result of processing paperwork while ignoring fatigue.

Black eyes that shone brightly like jewels were appealing that they had reached their limits.

Lafury Melaine took off her glasses for a moment and pressed her temples gently.

“You can rest for a while, Corpse… ”

As usual, Melaine stopped talking to her student assistant.

It was because he, who was always in the seat next to me at this time, was vacant.

He had asked for a day off, saying he couldn’t sleep at all because he was making magic tools all night.

Meline smiled bitterly.

It seemed that his memory was not very good.

It was something I was given permission just a few hours ago, but when I see you forgetting it and talking to yourself like this.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been doing everything alone for a long time, so I didn’t know if I got used to working together too quickly.

“… … .”

Melin was always alone.

Whether working or studying.

I always went alone in the undergraduate school and graduated early in three years, and I did research alone at the research institute without having a professor in charge.

Even after taking the title of professor, I was used to and comfortable working alone.

And that was a pretty efficient way of doing things.

It was faster to do it alone than to do it with a group of people.

Studying by myself was better than having someone hold on to me and help me.

It was possible because she had never missed the elite since she was a child.

She was more comfortable with the individual than with the group.

“This is my first time. It makes me feel comfortable in a group.”

In the first place, Melaine had no intention of hiring a research assistant.

It was because there was no researcher who could understand her own philosophy regarding alchemy, and even less needed an assistant to share the work with her, who was comfortable being alone.

But one day, shortly after the start of the semester.

I was notified by the dean of the department that a student assistant has been assigned.

Melaine thought that the student was accepted because of her low career.

The student assistant was literally the concept of a scholarship student helping with work at the undergraduate level.

However, most professors did not prefer it because it was not very helpful.

That was it.

Stop if you have it, stop if you don’t.

After all, you will do the work yourself.

“It should have been just that… .”

However, this student assistant with a snarky personality was deeply ingrained in Melaine’s teaching life.

He was exceptional in his understanding and processing ability.

If you throw one, you get three or four.

Throwing three has made six and seven.

He naturally intervened in Melin, who had his own way, and achieved a more efficient division of work than anyone else.

Even putting aside the title of a promising student in a school that sells magical tools, he was already a complete elite.

“… You are tired.”

It was a feeling of exhaustion all at once.

It wasn’t just because there were no student assistants and the workload increased.

Originally, at this point, meaningless words used to come and go, but since I didn’t have time for that, I felt empty for some reason.

Without his silly jokes thrown at me every day, somehow I didn’t feel like working.

Melaine pulled out a piece of paper she had put aside.

And gave a shallow smile.

It was a small punishment for the disrespectful student assistant who ran away without doing any work.

＜Academy Colosseum Application Form＞

This participant applies to participate in the Academy Colosseum during the festival.

Competitors may withdraw at any time during the competition and pledge not to protest minor injuries using potions.

Participating student: Sacher Philip (Sophomore, Faculty of Alchemy)

Recommended Professor: La Purie Meline (School of Alchemy)

Midterm exams ended last week.

And not long after the midterms of the first semester, the academy opens a festival.

The ‘Academy Coliseum’, in which students fight duels, was the main event during these festivals.

Usually, it was standard to go through the preliminary rounds and go to the finals during the festival period, but up to 10 students from each department were able to advance directly to the finals with the recommendation of a professor.

Sacher was one of 10 undergraduates who went straight to the Colosseum on Melain’s recommendation.

Of course, it was an application without the person’s consent.

If he heard it, he would get angry, but he did well when he was pushed too hard.

While grumbling, he probably will show a good image in this tournament as well.

Merlin smiled slightly.

I wondered what kind of expression Sachere would make this time, who protests against trivial things every day.

When he comes to work tomorrow, I was thinking of showing him the application form as if he were giving a brief work report.

‘It’s overkill, this is overkill!’

It seemed that his voice had already been heard.