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n‘Although I’ve only inherited the techniques of the Chaos Alch do this.’ Miya thought to herself, as she hadn’t really tried doil meager skills during her time in the Dark Alchemy classes.

nNonetheless, Miya’s hands started moving.

nFirst, Miya carefully measured out the Phoenix Ashes.

nThis was also her first time seeing the ashes, and she found it r golden glow illuminated her hands. She then added them to th shined and dissolved into a fine powder.

nNext, she took the shard of Moonstone…

n‘So this is a Moonstone…’ Miya commented in her mind.

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nShe found this item pretty, especially after the Pontiff decided to take the one with the highest quality.

nIts surface glistened with a calm yellow light before she ground it into a fine dust with the assistance of her White Soul Fire.

nShe then mixed it with the Phoenix Ashes, creating a luminescent mixture. Of course, she didn’t use all the Moonstone and needed only a small part of it, similar to the others.

nAfter this, Miya continued with the process as she added a single drop of Dragon’s Blood to the cauldron. The liquid hissed and bubbled, releasing a plume of crimson smoke.

nShe stirred the mixture with a silver rod while also using her Soul Fire to maintain the flame. At this time, her mind was focused on the fluctuation of energy emanating from the cauldron as she had to ensure that the energy of the ingredients wouldn’t escape from the cauldron.

nFinally, she added the sprig of Nightshade…

nHiss~

nIts dark leaves curled as they touched the mixture. The potion began to glow with a vibrant, pulsating light, and Miya could feel the power within it growing.

nShe had to maintain this fire for about six hours and had to rest it for at least a day before she could continue. If she decided to take a shortcut, the Dragon’s Blood that she had added might destroy the mixture altogether, wasting all the other ingredients.

nAfter all of this was done, she poured the calmed mixture into the enchanted glass vessel that already had a single drop of the Immortal’s Blood!

nAs soon as she did this, she suppressed the chaotic energy inside the vessel with her White Soul Fire!

nThen she sealed it with a stopper inscribed with runes of containment. Holding the vessel in her hands, she chanted an incantation she had learned from the Chaos Alchemist, infusing the potion with the final touch of chaos energy.

n‘It looks ugly… However, it should take another 24 hours before the energy will calm down.’ Miya thought as she looked at the glass bottle.

nDuring this time, she didn’t leave the vessel alone as she realized that the chaotic force inside the glass could reach a dangerous level. However, with her White Soul Fire, she was able to calm it down…

nAfter the set time had passed, the vessel glowed brightly, and Miya felt a surge of triumph. She had done it. The Philosopher’s Elixir was complete!

nAs she held the vessel up to the light, Miya smiled and sat on the chair to rest.

nNow that she had confirmed the method to create the Philosopher’s Elixir, she knew that she could create about 10 of them at the same time.

nAs she rested, she seemed to have fallen asleep for a while and woke up from the knocks on the door.

n“Come in…” She said after sitting upright.

nThe door to the laboratory opened, and the Pontiff entered, accompanied by several high- ranking members of the Church.

nThey looked at Miya with respect as they knew what she had done over the past few days.

nThey could see the potion on her table and knew that it was the Philosoper’s Elixir that could literally change the balance of this world.

n“Miya,” the Pontiff said, his voice filled with pride. “You have created a masterpiece. The Philosopher’s Elixir is a testament to your skill and the legacy you now carry.”

nMiya bowed, her heart swelling with pride. “Thank you, Pontiff. I will use this power to serve the Church and protect our people.”

nThe Pontiff nodded. “I have no doubt that you will. Your journey as the Chaos Alchemist has only just begun, and I look forward to seeing the great things you will accomplish.”

nMiya smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment and purpose. She had inherited a legacy of immense power, and she was ready to use it to make a difference in the world.

nThe Pontiff then smiled and asked another question.

n“How are you planning to distribute them? Do you have a price in mind? Although ordinary people only need a single drop of this potion to become capable of practicing Arcane Arts, a single bottle of that size can only provide a thousand drops. We also don’t have unlimited ingredients, so it had to be expensive for now.”

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nMiya wryly smiled at this as she didn’t really think of how this potion should be priced. However, she wanted to ensure that this wouldn’t be too expensive to allow more people to get a chance to practice Arcane Arts.

n“I’ll leave this matter to you, Pontiff.”

n“Very well… I’ll be setting the price for a single drop of this potion for 50,000 Zen.” The Pontiff answered after a few moments.

n“Fifty thousand zen per drop… That should be fine.” Miya thought as she recalled that she had that much savings while she was still studying at the Academy.

nIt should be a good price to at least get one from each family to get a chance to become an

nArcanist.

nAs the group of priests left the laboratory, the first Philosopher’s Elixir was already in the Pontiff’s hands.

nMiya could only pick herself up and decided to start concocting the same elixir, and this time, she planned to do it by using ingredients that were enough for ten bottles!

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nIn the meantime, a week had already passed since Vale, and Captain Ashley of the Arcane Bureau began their investigation in the Pallham Empire.

nTheir mission to locate and apprehend Entei, the Rank Zero Demon Saint, who had been causing unrest in the region, was already reaching its end.

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