Recipe

Ciri's test took about an hour. During that time, the Prophet handed the potion she had brought to the Alchemist Association for testing. The results would be given to the Prophet tomorrow.

When Ciri returned to the Spellcaster Association hall through the Teleportation Array, Joshua saw the delighted smile on her face and knew the result of the test.

Joshua raised his hand toward Ciri, and she understood at once, giving him a high-five.

"Did you pass?"

"I failed."

"..."

"Just kidding." Ciri took out a pale purple badge and tossed it to Joshua. "The Purple-robed One personally awarded it to me. It's the badge of a Fourth Level Illusion Spellcaster... Even the instructors at beginner spellcaster academies are only at this level. The Purple-robed One said that in another year or two, I could take the fifth-level test."

"You really scared me."

Joshua reached out and ruffled Ciri's long silver-gray hair. She habitually shook her head, slipping free of Joshua's claws.

"Everyone in the Lloyd Family has exceptional magical talent."

The Purple-robed One slowly approached Joshua. Becoming undead had not affected her status or reputation in any way. All she needed was an illusion to make her skin look like that of a normal person.

"My talent has nothing to do with that surname." Ciri spoke up to refute the Purple-robed One.

"That is also because of your hard work, but, Ciri..."

Just as the Purple-robed One was about to persuade her not to be so hostile toward her family, Ciri covered her ears with an expression that said, I'm not listening.

In the end, the Purple-robed One could only let out a soft sigh.

"Purple-robed One, um... is there a break after the test?"

Joshua did not continue dwelling on Ciri's surname. After all, it was something Ciri