Chapter 53: Tenth Floor of S-Level Dungeon
"Master, you do know I’m terrible at teaching students, right?" Silva asked.
Mireola nodded. She lifted her hand and cast a simple spell, using her magic to pour wine from a floating bottle into two glasses.
"I know. But teaching isn’t the reason I want you there," Mireola said as she handed one glass to Silva and held the other herself.
"What is it then?"
"Alchemy."
"For hundreds of years, alchemical records have been nearly impossible to study. Even I struggled with them. There are notes about strength-enhancing potions and all kinds of other things that no one today has been able to recreate."
"You, Silva, are the one student I’ve had who truly understands alchemy and how its compositions work. With your intelligence and access to Solaris Magic Academy’s complete library, it’s not impossible that we could create potions that help everyone."
Silva listened carefully. Nothing her master said was wrong. She remembered reading historical texts that explained how potion-making had become a lost art after the golden age of mankind.
When the Grand Empire era began, most mages avoided becoming alchemists. The alchemist path was seen as dangerous, boring, and complicated.
People preferred becoming wizards or witches to help with offensive or defensive combat magic.
That’s why the alchemist class had fallen far behind compared to other mage subclasses.