Stigmata Alchemist?!

"Turning grass and soil into water, completely converting the elemental properties of matter—this is Stigmata-level alchemy!"

Hugh stared at the blond boy in utter shock.

How was that possible?

"Eh, you're—"

Yet the blond boy, Damian, was also studying Hugh with a surprised look.

When the ground beneath them had turned into clear water, Hugh had not uttered a single spell, used no wand, and not even emitted the slightest fluctuation of magic power.

He had merely clapped his hands before him, and a visible whirlwind had risen around them, suspending them in the air and sparing them the embarrassing fate of falling into the water.

Louise and Saito Hiraga behind him had been lifted into the air as well.

When Damian heard Hugh's words, his brows rose. His azure eyes filled with curiosity as he asked, "You can actually recognize alchemy?"

"Of course. I am an alchemist myself."

Hugh composed himself and nodded gently.

It was already rare enough to encounter a fellow practitioner in this other world, and the other party seemed to be a very young alchemical prodigy.

Only, this prodigy seemed a little too prodigious.

He looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, yet his alchemical skill rivaled that of Headmaster Isaac?

Terrifying!

Still, Hugh had his doubts. Was this blond boy's alchemy really his own doing? Could it be related to that strange instrument in his hand?

"What? You're an alchemist too!"

Now it was Damian's turn to be shocked. After all, his "high-level alchemy" was an ancient art that had been lost in this world.

As for why he knew it, that was a secret.

In any case, he had always believed that he was the only alchemist left in this era.

"Yes."

Hugh nodded again. Then he manipulated the airflow around him, rapidly