Greg had never understood why the people in the Alchemy Department could cause explosions just by mixing things that looked perfectly harmless.
He had once firmly believed they must have been secretly adding some prohibited ingredient to their experiments to cause such frequent accidents.
After all, the science education he had received before coming to this world had taught him that chemical reactions followed rules. As long as you followed the formula precisely, nothing would go wrong.
That was until he watched Alice and Chloe pour a small vial of a potion that looked as clear as water onto that strand of golden radiance spider silk. The next second, orange-red flames erupted from the workbench with a deafening roar, forming a perfect spiral of fire that shot straight toward the ceiling.
After that, he believed.
Alchemy in this world really was that mystical.
It followed neither science nor reason, only intuition and inspiration.
When Alice and Chloe conducted experiments, they also frequently said things he couldn't understand at all, such as:
"The flow of magic power in this material is a little volatile," "Its affinity with that reagent isn't quite right," and "I think it's in a bad mood today. We need to soothe it first."
At first, Greg had thought they were joking. Only after learning the hard way did he realize they had been serious all along.
"Greg, Victoria, are you two really all right?"
A gentle voice pulled Greg out of those memories he would rather forget and back to reality.
He looked up and saw Sylvia's face, full of concern.
The pink-haired girl tilted her head slightly, worry in her gentle eyes as she looked at the two disheveled figures before her. They said they had come out for some fresh air, but they looked more