Alisa Was Actually an Aurelius?!

The young man had clearly been startled by Adams's boisterous arrival.

He had never seen the lord before.

But judging by the other man's clothes and the guards behind him;

and the fact that he had immediately asked for an alchemist, he was probably the person the village chief had told him to wait for.

So,

even though he was startled,

as soon as the man asked, he led Adams toward the banquet hall.

When Viscount Adams arrived at the banquet hall with a villager, he saw two people dressed in black and white sitting by the window, stretching out their hands and casting magic through it.

"Um... what's going on here?"

Adams muttered in confusion, unable to make sense of the scene.

His voice was too quiet for the people inside to hear, but the village chief, who had hurried over, still caught it.

So he immediately stepped forward to explain.

"They're probably practicing magic."

"Practicing?"

The viscount was even more baffled.

As far as he could tell, the two of them were using the simplest possible magic—Magic Power shots that could hardly even be called spells.

What did that have to do with practicing?

"Well, you see..."

The Old Village Chief explained what had happened, and only then did Adams understand.

They couldn't even compress their Magic Power—and had never heard of doing so?

Then they really were mountain folk who had lived in the mountains since childhood.

Even those strange robes and pointed hats they wore, which he had never seen before, were probably what mountain folk dressed in.

He had to admit, they looked quite nice.

Adams never once wondered where they had gotten such beautiful, clearly expensive clothes.

After all, they were alchemists.

Asking an alchemist where they had gotten their clothes would be like