Tenkomori: The Homecoming Club Conquers Another World

It was late afternoon when Roland returned.

In his hand was a leather bag.

"I asked Egil-dono to take care of this for me."

"Egil? I think I heard it somewhere……"

"He's the creator of the Rhinoceros Sword."

Oh, didn't Ragnidig mention that? He seems to be quite good, but still, it took him this long to heat it. It sounds like it was quite a difficult process.

From what I hear, it only changes momentarily when its temperature is in a surprisingly narrow range. If you take it out too soon or too late, it fails. Egil had to dispose of quite a bit of Majumag. Thanks to Egil for accomplishing this.

I received the materials from Roland and went back to work on the preparation.

I mixed the alchemical solution with Sakrio's wine, stirred it, and threw in the juice of the strained Kerisea. Heat it over a fire. When the time was right, I added the Einaris powder and the heat-treated Majumag and stirred it further. What ingredients are working together? As it heated, the color started to ooze out of the Majumag, and as I watched, it turned bluish-purple.

While suppressing my excitement, I concentrated on "Mixing 5". The potion is done. But my senses told me "not yet". I stared at it, and when it evaporated and reduced to half its bulk, I took it off the fire. As it cooled, I filtered out the impurities.

When I finished the whole process, I see a beautifully colored liquid in front of me.

Was it finished? Fearfully, I invoked "Appraisal.

Name: Blue-purple Liquid

Feature: Liquid containing Kerisea and Einaris. It is neither poisonous nor medicinal, as it is expelled without staying in the body. It has a strong, off-putting taste and isn't delicious as a beverage.

Characteristics: Unknown

I guess it didn't work.

But we made progress. Another potion has the same initial result.

I took a sip and invoked "Appraisal" on the remaining liquid. There was no postscript to the characteristics, its properties changed from "unknown" to "none". It seems to be just colored water.

Still, if we continue to make it, the success rate should gradually increase.

However, no matter how much I made, it remained "blue-purple liquid.

I stared at the bottles lined up in a row.

The image of "visible" was vague. I chose the most plausible possibility, and if there was no sign of success, I changed the process little by little from there. All of this was wrong.

Should we make a bold change?

I invoked "Appraisal" once again and read it over carefully.

The liquid that the material contained. And it does not stay in the body but is discharged, neither poison nor medicine, huh? Harmless, even though we are throwing poisonous plants into the body. That would be a success. Well, it's no wonder it tastes so bland.

At that thought, I suddenly tilted my head.

Why is there a description of the taste?

The healing potion is good enough to drink as a beverage. But not a word of such a description is written. What if this is influenced by common sense correct description?

The taste in this one is sacrilege liquor. A languid liquor, perhaps with the alcohol content flying out of it?

I took another sip. It didn't feel like liquor; 75 degrees would have been more intense. Distillation to increase the concentration? Alcohol in liquor is ethanol. I already vaguely remember it having a lower boiling point than water. Alchemical solutions are made with water, materials, and the alchemist's magic. Does it have the same boiling point as water?

There is no way to get an answer by worrying about it. Anyway, let's try distilling.

Put the Sacrio liquor on fire and increase the concentration of ethanol. Once it had accumulated to a certain degree, we began mixing again. If the temperature was raised too high, the ethanol would evaporate. The height of the flask was adjusted and carefully heated.

The color turned blue-purple more slowly than before.

I wanted to know the result immediately, but it would take a long time to evaporate at a low temperature. That is frustrating. I suppressed my motivation and continued to wait until I got permission for "Mixing 5". When the mixture had evaporated to the same degree as before, I removed it from the fire and filtered it.

I wondered how it would turn out.

I invoked the "Appraisal" with a tense look.

Then, I almost stood up unintentionally and bumped into the table.

He hurriedly restrained the beaker, which was about to fall over, and "appraised" it again.

Name: Potion of Sharpe (Bad), the King of Grass's Liquor Potion

Features: A drug that kills microscopic life forms that nest inside the body. However, its medicinal effect is super weak, and it is a failure with no expected curative effect.

Characteristics: Unknown

Done! That is the cure the mages have concocted!

Its name is Potion of Sharpe, the King of Grass's Liquor Potion. It is poorly made and ineffective, but its characteristics are unmistakable.

I suppress a burst of laughter and hold down my trembling hands. Not yet. It is too early to rejoice. That is not the finished product.

He takes several deep breaths and looks at the cure again.

Even so, at this point, a quality improvement is not far off.

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How much time has passed?

Once, I ran out of material and had Roland deliver it for me. Was it before evening then? No, I think it was night.

Outside the window was a night with heavy clouds hanging in the sky. The town of Reedwald is dark and sunken, and even its shape is vague.

Since then, I have created several potions of Sharpe, the drink potion of the Grass King.

The only ones that came out were "bad. I can't even make a "bad" potion.

After all this time, something was still missing.

I had already tried every method I could think of. I changed the quantity, changed the concentration of alcohol, and even went against "Preparation 5" and changed the order of preparation. But none of them worked. No matter how I try, I can't go on.

Is there such a thing as difficulty?

If that's the case now, we're stuck. If there is no response so far, the difficulty level is probably quite high. It's impossible to reach it in a few days.

Countless defective products. I picked up one of them.

Even if it is weak, it has medicinal properties. People said it has no curative effect, but it may prolong life. If I did, a few days would turn into a dozen days. And I might eventually recover completely.

Shall I go deliver this?

Even in the middle of the night, Pavel, Marchant, and the others should be taking turns taking care of him.

The vial in my hand glimmered a brilliant blue purple when I shone it through the lantern.

As beautiful as it was, it had no effect.

What would people think if I showed up in the middle of the night with this?

And what would they think when they found out that it was useless and "defective"?

I can picture the look of disappointment on Markant's face.

Tomorrow morning, if no progress is made by then – I will deliver this to him.

I look down at the defective product in my hand.

Well, I haven't released the characteristics. I had assumed that if it was "defective," I was on the verge of completing it.

I smile to myself and take a mouthful.

At that moment, burning heat and trembling spread from my stomach to my entire body.

Quickly, I jumped to the fire extinguishing pot and scooped up several scoops of water.

Each time the cold water reached my stomach, the heat in my body eased a little more.

Coughing, I crawled into bed and waited patiently for the shivering to subside.

When it finally calmed down after a while, I carefully exhaled.

That is bad.

I almost like a sacrilege itself. No, it's more than that, because it's concentrated. It's too much even for an adult, let alone an eight-year-old.

Patting my burning throat, I invoke "Appraisal" on the remedies lined up on the table.

And I was horrified when I saw the characteristics.

Name: Potion of Sharpe (bad), the King of Grass's Liquor Potion

Feature: A drug that kills microscopic life forms that nest inside the body. However, its medicinal effect is super weak, and it is a failure with no expected curative effect.

Characteristic: Because its killing power is too weak, it may instead cause deterioration.

It was a close call.

If I had given it to her without checking, I would have killed Valerie.

I lean back on the bed without strength.

The moment I did, dull, heavy tiredness came over me. Mixed with drowsiness, it stuck to the depths of my body and mind like leavening.

His body was also hot.

Drinking water would not make the alcohol go away. I felt the spirit of alcohol circulating throughout my body and my thoughts gradually becoming muddled. With the faintest trace of consciousness remaining, I picked up a potion to help him wake up and recover from fatigue and downed it in one gulp.

I crawled to the pot and plunged his face into it.

The stimulation of the cold water made his thoughts a little clearer.

He wiped his wet hair with a cloth and drank another bottle of the potion to wake up from sleep and to recover from fatigue.

It is still too early to sleep.

I look over the "Appraisal" again.

There is no change in the characteristics, just the addition of the characteristics. The weak killing power is the cause of the aggravation. Then why not make it stronger? Should we try concentrating on the juice of Kerisea? But I don't know if that will make the toxin stronger. Or would it have to be the special treatment of some material, like Majumag?

The sigh smelled like strong alcohol.

I'm not taking on this challenge alone. I've made it this far. In the morning, I will pass this information on to the alchemists. If we all take on this challenge together, we could make it.

We'll manage, I thought, with a reassuring smile on my face.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the defective product.

Let's try to enrich the Kerisea.

We don't have an endless supply of materials, but we have enough for a few times. Once that's done, I'll share the information with the alchemist. Let's not waste any more materials.

Still, I suddenly think of something I haven't tried.

I guess I haven't sobered up yet. I laugh at myself for the ridiculous thought.

With a somewhat buoyant consciousness, I begin my work.

A while later.

I was just stunned, looking at the beaker in front of me.

Name: Potion of Sharpe, the King of Grass's Liquor Potion

Feature: A liquor medicine that kills microscopic life forms that make a nest inside the body. Due to its high medicinal effect and strong spirit of liquor, a large amount of it can harm the person taking it. Taste varies depending on the liquor used.

Characteristics: Unknown

"Seriously, ……?"

I didn't even laugh any longer.

I "Appraised" it several times to make sure it wasn't defective.

Soon after, I finally lost my temper.

It was nothing. The potion of champs, the liquor of the Grass King, did not need an alchemical solution.

Who would have known?

The alchemical solution is the foundation of the potion, everything is generated around the solution. It is the root of the alchemist, so to speak, and they. So thinking begins with the alchemical solution.

However, the Grass King's liquor potion Potion of Sharpe is different. It is a potion, but it is not a potion. Potion of Sharpe was the crystal of medicinal chemistry that kicked against the unique environment of magic in this world.

"Whoever created this is a true monster."

Looking back, I saw that dawn was breaking.

The town of Reedwald loomed dimly in the dim light.

I stood up, watching the darkness fade to a bluish-purple.