Veins bulged on Aureolus's forehead.
Although he had studied alchemy because he had no talent for other magic, perhaps because he was also a descendant of Paracelsus, his talent in this field was unparalleled.
While the magic of transmuting lead into gold was not alchemy's ultimate goal, it was still considerably difficult and enormously significant.
After all, many more Alchemy Masters could not even achieve that much, only harvesting the by-products of the process.
Even those who could required a considerable investment, spending nearly seven trillion yen and more than three years reproducing it.
But for Aureolus, who had mastered Instant Alchemy, a single instant was enough to reconstruct whatever he pierced into gold.
Without exaggeration, the knowledge behind this Magic Formula alone had already surpassed the limits of modern alchemy and possessed genuine strategic value.
Yet Roland had actually insulted his magic with flippant words about conjuring gold by hand.
Alchemy was a discipline that sought the world's fundamental standards by analyzing matter. Even his alchemy merely used magical power and Magic Formulas as alternative substitutes for that process.
Had Roland created a corresponding Barrier with magical power or produced an appropriate magical implement, that would have been one thing. But conjuring gold by hand without doing anything?
How dared this fellow? Was he going to conjure it out of thin air?
The already vicious expression on Aureolus's face grew increasingly gloomy.
His brows knitted tightly as well.
"Don't get so full of yourself! How dare an outsider like you spout nonsense about the mysteries of alchemy? In that case, go ahead and see for yourself whether that idiotic idea can..."
He shouted angrily.
This taunt was an instinctive counterattack born of Aureolus's arrogance. He had never actually intended to get an answer from Roland.
But an answer came.