"Welcome, young alchemist." A low, hoarse voice came from the mouth of a little old lady.
The little old lady was hunched over, not even reaching Angel's waist in height. She wore a very luxurious dress, and her head of silver hair was combed impeccably neat.
Worth mentioning was that her silver hair was held in place by a fan-shaped hairpin resembling a peacock spreading its tail. The hairpin was huge, nearly half the size of her head, and its "peacock feathers" were especially unique—brightly colored fingernails, one after another.
The fingernails on the hairpin were exactly the same style as those on the little old lady's hands.
This little old lady was none other than Fingernail Granny, the owner of the Fingernail Alchemy House.
When Angel had come to the Fingernail Alchemy House to buy materials, he had seen her before. Even then, he had felt that Fingernail Granny was unfathomable.
Now that he saw her again, that feeling had not changed. If anything, it was even stronger than before.
Angel gave Fingernail Granny a slight nod. "Hello. I need some magical materials that can nourish the soul."
Fingernail Granny glanced at Angel, took out a catalog from behind the counter, and handed it to him.
Angel picked up the catalog and began looking through it item by item.
At that moment, Boli, standing nearby, suddenly gave a soft cry. "Was the catalog Fingernail Granny just took out gold-colored?"
Boli's words made the man who had previously looked at Angel with distaste frown. "How could that be?"
"Louis, are you accusing me of lying?" Boli turned and glared at him.
"I merely think you saw wrong. Gold-colored catalogs are generally prepared for high-ranking alchemists. How could an apprentice like him receive one?" Louis said as though it were only