After admiring its appearance, everyone turned their gaze to Muse, Midora, or Fingernail Granny. Only those three had come in person; everyone else had merely sent down illusory bodies through special techniques.
Although they had already vaguely discerned that this alchemical creation was extraordinary, whether it had reached the high rank still required Muse and the others to appraise it.
After seeing Ocean Rhythm, Fingernail Granny and Midora already had a good idea of its quality. They whispered among themselves, seemingly discussing something.
Muse gave it a look and slowly said, "This is indeed a high-rank alchemical creation."
Having said that, Muse turned to Maguston. "The facts have proven that Angel possesses the qualifications to become a member."
Although Maguston still wanted to argue, he knew that no matter what he said, Angel had already passed today.
The facts proved that Angel possessed both skill and stature. Although his alchemical techniques and breadth of knowledge had not yet reached the level of mastery displayed by the other members present, there was no denying that Angel had met the minimum threshold for becoming a member of the Research Institute.
Of course, meeting the threshold did not necessarily mean one would pass. For instance, the "Mithril Revolutionary," Jeral, had met the threshold, yet he had never been accepted as a member because Muse had not given the final word.
Now, however, Muse had clearly taken Angel's side. No matter what happened, today's outcome could no longer be changed.
Maguston silently sat down and spoke no further.
"Now it seems there are no further objections. Let us prepare to begin the witnessing ceremony," Muse said.
As soon as Muse finished speaking, someone suddenly said, "I have something I would like to say."
She was a blonde witch who looked very young. Her face