Alchemical Miracle, Turning Stones into Gold (1/3) / Alchemical Miracle, Turning Stones into Gold (10k)

Charles's opponent was an Orc ranked around fiftieth. Though he had gone through a hard-fought battle, Charles still defeated his opponent smoothly and won the match.

Because of this victory, the calls of support for him grew louder. Since around Christmas, incidents had occurred one after another, and Charles had led the Twelve Heroes in handling affairs. His prestige had begun to accumulate again, and it had finally reached the point where it was about to erupt.

The old king watched from a hidden private box. Though he was astonished by Charles's magic guidance prowess, he also felt a measure of relief.

What father did not wish for his children to do well?

He had let Charles run free because Charles had truly seemed beyond help.

Unexpectedly, after being left to his own devices, Charles had become self-reliant and performed even better than before.

This could not help but make him wonder whether there had been something wrong with his educational approach.

Should the son of an eagle be allowed to spread his wings and fly alone?

But then the old king suddenly recalled that when he had previously been bedridden, hadn't that

been practically the same as letting him fly alone?

Yet Charles had not only failed to fly well, but had nearly broken his wings in the fall.

Where exactly had things gone wrong?

Inside the venue.

Charles stood on the dueling platform, accepting the audience's cheers, the pride on his face utterly undisguised.

The host took the opportunity to announce a pause in the competition. The contestants would have half an hour for dinner.

For the contestants' convenience, the Magic Guidance Alliance had set up a dining hall right beside the contestants' lounge.

As long as the contestants left the lounge, they could turn left into the