Staky's Secret

"Twenty-three days... a full twenty-three days! From morning to night. Later, I even made sure to rest and adjust my condition before each attempt, but still—not once! Not once did I succeed!"

As Staky spoke, her whole state began to seem a little off.

"Gasp..."

Manus sucked in a sharp breath.

"Professor, your perseverance is admirable."

She had stubbornly hammered away at something that kept failing for so many days without changing her approach or coming to ask him for advice. That way of thinking was not particularly suited to research, but the attitude itself was still commendable.

Staky choked on her words, then rolled her eyes irritably.

"Are you even complimenting me? Let me tell you, kid, I'm starting to suspect there's something wrong with the Potions formula you gave me! I want you to successfully brew a Beauty Potion in front of me."

Staky had selflessly shared hundreds of Beauty Potions formulas with him—technical exchanges were one thing, but sharing formulas was another. The latter would inevitably harm one's interests to a certain extent.

Especially the Beauty Potions that Staky alone possessed. It might not sound nice to say it, but Beauty Potions really were profitable.

So Manus had not been stingy about sharing the Beauty Potion formula either. However, he had warned Staky at the time that the brewing requirements for this potion... were exceptionally harsh, and its difficulty was extremely high.

Hearing that, Manus frowned.

"Professor Staky, you're questioning my credibility."

"I only started questioning your credibility after questioning my own professional ability for more than ten days. That already shows I trust you very much. If it were that guy Dumbledore, I'd have come and dumped the cauldron over his head after the third failure! With the potion from the last attempt still in it!"