This room is filled with bottles and jars. Whether it's the rather modern-looking distillation equipment or the distillation devices, it all unmistakably proves that this is an alchemist's room.
Moreover, he is a rather non-fundamental alchemist deeply influenced by the "Cruel Blood Witch"... In other words, he is an efficient alchemist, but in the eyes of a few stubborn alchemists, he is considered to lack some spirituality.
Of course, the chances of survival are also greater.
Well, the so-called "Cruel Blood Witch" was actually a nickname that Inla Elkaras was forced to use when he was still in the Mage Tower. Although he himself didn't like this somewhat chuunibyou (delusional) nickname, everyone in the Mage Tower thought it was quite fitting.
But that's beside the point.
At this moment, in this fully equipped alchemist's room, a girl wearing glasses was rapidly stuffing potions into her bag, picking and choosing between important and unimportant items.
It seems they want to run away as quickly as possible.
However, for an alchemist, what equipment is unimportant and something they wouldn't want to take with them? So, it's clear that this bespectacled girl with short chestnut hair had a very difficult time making her choice.
After some hesitation and internal struggle, the girl made her decision and, carrying a package that was by no means small, prepared to leave the large studio.
However, someone was already blocking the doorway to the room.
The woman was a woman with a uniquely indifferent expression befitting an archdeacon, and also possessed the distinctive black hair and black eyes characteristic of the Elcaras family… Moreover, this girl knew this woman.
The current Chief Executive Officer is Marila Elkaras.
"Where are you going, Grella?"
"..."
The bespectacled girl, known as Grella, seemed stunned. She first silently pushed up her glasses, as if thinking about what to say. She tried to remain calm as she said, "Go find some inspiration and follow the caravan we agreed to meet."
Clearly, the girl with the glasses wanted to put on an indifferent expression like a consul, but she failed... because cold sweat was visibly streaming down her forehead.
Few people wouldn't be afraid if their governing official appeared at their doorstep.
Marilla didn't believe the imperial court alchemist's claims at all. She said, "I don't think you need to bring your alchemical tools with you when you're on a caravan looking for inspiration. Are you planning to sell them all?"
Grella Genesis Parada stammered in rebuttal, saying, "No... is that not allowed? I'm just dealing with old equipment. You're not an alchemist, how would you know that this equipment is obsolete?"
Marilla: "Outdated equipment? Then I'll smash it up and compensate you according to the price I would pay for glass."
"...No, please."
Gurera spoke awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, after all, she did have something to hide... because there were still some things she cared about deeply, and she couldn't get the answers she wanted.
Marila Elkaras knew exactly what Gurera was thinking. She looked at the bespectacled girl and asked, "So, you're going to see Illa?"
"..."
After a long silence, Gurera decided to give up. She put her hands in her pockets and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, so what? The laws of the Empire don't say I can't go to Yinla, do they? He's not wanted anymore."
Marila simply refuted Gureira's statement, saying, "However, according to the law, central officials with royal or court titles must apply to the royal family for permission before traveling to other countries or regions, and may not travel without permission."
There is indeed such a rule.
"I'll just wander around the border..."
"..."
There's nothing wrong with just wandering around the border, but the key issue is that no one will believe her. Not to mention Marila, who probably already knew her intentions, even Gurera herself doesn't believe her own words.
Gurera's fingers twitched slightly in her pocket. She looked at the calm woman in front of her, whose thoughts were impossible to discern, and said, "So, what are you going to do? Lock me up in jail?"
However, Marilla shook her head decisively, saying, "To judge something that didn't happen and convict someone based on that is quite subjective and ridiculous. An unobjective trial is unreasonable."
What subjective and objective... Why does Marilla talk so much like my dear Illa?
Looking at Gurera staring at her, Marila took a half step back to indicate that she had no hostility and said, "I don't want to fight, and I don't think two bottles of explosive potion and cold potion will be of any use."
As she spoke, Marilla noticed that Grella's hand, which had been itching to move, had stopped in place. She continued, "Your Highness Isabella knows that you are very anxious right now, but... please don't rush, and don't question."
"In fact, Princess Isabella and Ila have been in contact through letters, and their relationship has not deteriorated as you think. Moreover... if Ila were to wage war against the Empire, you could simply go and pledge allegiance to Ila."
"..."
Fishing? Trying to harm me?
Gureira thought this immediately. She looked at Marila warily. In order not to leave any evidence, she decided to say nothing, lest any extra words be used as evidence and she be killed.
"No need to worry about it. In fact... Your Highness has been quite conflicted lately."
Marilla spoke, and discussing the emperor behind his back was taboo in itself, so there was no doubt that she had Isabella's support in saying this, although Gurera couldn't tell.
"Whether you win or lose, it doesn't seem so bad... If you betray us on the eve of the war, it might be the perfect excuse, so that His Highness can legitimately say something like, 'I didn't lose, it's just that my subordinates happened to betray me.'"
Marilla was talking about topics that would shock others, but Gureira wasn't particularly surprised. Because she deeply understood Yinla's greatness… and it was perfectly normal for Isabella to have feelings for Yinla.
Even if you told Gureira that the gods in heaven also favored Illa... she wouldn't be surprised.
"So, what you mean is?"
Gurera looked at Marila with suspicion.
“What I mean is, please don’t make any rash moves. Her Highness is not forcing you to be loyal to her, but she hopes that a large-scale defection will not happen… at least not at this moment.”
The Indestructible Chieftain
It seemed to be a rare request from that aloof empress.
"What a strange and twisted troublesome teacher-student relationship."
With these thoughts in mind, Gurera put down the package in her hands... She could be in no hurry, which could be considered a way of repaying Yuther's appreciation, but this delay was not permanent, and she believed that Princess Isabella was also aware of this.
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Caravan: Where the hell are you?
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