The pharmacist still inside the potion shop put her witch hat back on. Though she was short and flat-chested, her mastery of magic was excellent. The spell just now had not been lethal; it was only meant to drive off troublemakers.
Only after casting the spell did she realize that it had been a complete instinctive reaction. The boy had probably been hurt badly by that fall. She let out a faint sigh.
Mel stood there dumbfounded for quite a while before slowly climbing up from the ground. The fall had knocked him silly. Sure enough, he should not have blurted out what he was thinking. Luckily, he had not been killed.
Should he keep trying to learn magic? Would he get blasted out the moment he went inside?
He stood outside the door without moving for a long time, but in the end, he decided to carefully approach the potion shop's entrance.
"Excuse me, may I come in?" Mel pressed himself sideways against the wall beside the door.
To avoid getting blasted away again, it was better to hide off to the side.
"Come in," the pharmacist said weakly.
Only after confirming that it was safe did Mel push open the door and walk inside again. No matter what, he had to learn magic. How could he not learn something so incredible?
"What potion would you like to buy?"
"I'm not here to buy potions. I want to learn magic. Can you teach me?"
The purple-haired maiden paused slightly and examined Mel once more before directly shaking her head. "You do not seem to have the talent to become a mage."
"Why?" Mel asked, confused.
"There is too little magic power in your body. Even if you work hard on the path of magic, your achievements in this life