Merlin walked out with a satisfied look on his face. Finally, he could ask for what he wanted most—to go on a date with Linda.
It had been four years since their last date, and the distance between them had made another one impossible.
Merlin was confident that even without mentioning her promise, Linda would likely agree—though with a bit of drama and persuasion.
Still, he preferred to use her promise to avoid any fuss.
"All right, let's go to the alchemy department. I need to meet Tharvis and give him this recipe immediately," he muttered.
Without hesitation, he walked downstairs and headed toward the alchemy department.
…
"Hah… failed again. So frustrating!"
Inside the alchemy room, a tall fifteen-year-old boy muttered irritably.
He stared at the alchemy tube in front of him, which was bubbling bright red—a clear sign that his experiment had completely failed.
The ingredients he had used were expensive, and he felt guilty wasting them.
