Apprentice Alchemist Bakes Bread - Relaxed Collection and Forest Workshop Life

I just wanted to try to create something out of my hands and live the way I wanted, like that alchemist I met in the village at a very young age.

- It may be very arrogant and difficult, but unforgettable memories complain.

My brother mixed with the traveler to show off his alchemy-based art.

The long-awaited alchemist who told me it might be suitable for an alchemist.

That guy's pleasant face and the sparkling feeling I felt for the first time then.

That's my unforgettable memory, a treasure.

I want to get close to the alchemy that gave me that treasure, I want to be an alchemist. That's what I think.

"Dr. Penelope! Please!

I really want to be a serving alchemist......!!

"Iris......"

Dr. Penelope deepens the frown wrinkles and stares at me.

A suburban village in a local city, born in it. It was natural common sense to marry in it and live there in peace all the time.

But I knew there was a way of life that wasn't, and I wanted to try that, too.

It's simple, but for me, alchemist is a longing profession that has given me a peek into my first new world.

…… Iris. Nothing. I'm not telling you to give up being mean. This year's exam supervisor is a tough guy, a high level that rarely sees its passing line and assignment formulation. The covenant Spirit, in one power, is reckless through the difficult. "

"... no... Does the exam supervisor's taunt change the difficulty that much...?

If you're on the same level as last year's blending assignment, you should be an arm to pass.

"No.... shall I speak to you? It's more accurate to say a change of policy as a country, starting this year, than a matter of supervisors."

"As a country...?

Dr. Penelope began to sigh and talk.

I think it contained mockery and fright and a little pity.

"The recent decline in the level of apprentice alchemists is remarkable, and they lack the capacity to use it in state agencies."

I see. That would not be acceptable to my report. Honestly, that was meant to be about the track record of submitting it. I'm sorry, Doctor. That's all I can do right now.

It's a national policy, though...

Then there's nothing I can do.

Until now, the approval exam has been one way or another: 'Be independent if you take it! Level from [student apprentice alchemist] to [new american alchemist] instead of [one serving alchemist]'! It was. "

"Now (...) year (...) et al. (...) needle (...) is (...) weird (...) eh (...)... right?"

"That's right. Do you understand? Iris."

"... Yes"

Why would a teacher say, "Give it up," "You're still going to keep practicing?" "I finally understood what you said.

If the state has made the policy of alchemist approval exams (...) or (...) et al. (...) weird (...), then hopes are still low for me now next year. I don't know what's next.... or it must be the closure of the workshop because it was decided that it was difficult.

"That concludes the conversation. Iris doesn't have to prepare for the exam. When you get home, look for a job, get ready for the future."

……

I couldn't say anything to Dr. Penelope that wasn't cold or warm. "Yes" or "no".

They suddenly took away the goal in front of them: the exam, and I don't know what to do.

"Iris, that's enough."

Leave the room, the teacher says.

What should I do?

I want to take the exam, but it's no use just taking it, not just this year, but maybe next year and then. Plus, I lose my position as an apprentice.

Me, going home to my village? Or look for a job in the city closest to here? No, that's hard too.

Because if you're in a country town, the nearest here is Venetos, the largest city in the West ruled by the Marquis of Venesti.

[Apprenticeship Alchemist] Then you'll be more tired of the frigidity of your identity than of your lack of strength.

"Iris."

"... Doctor, would you like to give me a chance to... give me an assignment?

I got a fine voice.

I feel sorry for myself like that with a more trembling voice than I thought.

"... ha"

The teacher said that the freshwater (Ursumizu) colored hair, which was neatly wrapped together, was loosened up and put together by hand.

"Iris, you always do that. Think for yourself. Don't rely on people for choices."

Guh, my throat is stuck.

Dr. Penelope's colder than usual voice and his unpretentious tone of vegetables seem to represent contempt for me.

"I've already given you two choices as a teacher, haven't I? I can't give you anything more."

I know they're saying darkly that they're not going to take care of him because he showed me the direction of the road.

It would be a mistake to rely on your teacher that far. But that's why I want to give up like this...!

"I want to be an alchemist. Dr. Penelope, as a senior alchemist something...... don't you know if there's any other way you can be an alchemist? Something... can't you tell me...?

Oh, my voice shook up again.

I find out it's tears and my eyes are red with patience for tears.

Earlier, it was a failure for the students to rely on their teachers. So now, as an individual.

I tried “Mr. Penelope”, who became a senior alchemist with a big knockout.

Yeah, but the teacher thinks, "So what's the unconscious system?" or "There's a sweet low-level apprenticeship." That's right.

But with a head that doesn't turn and a trembling mind, it's only going to be able to rub away like this.

There are no more Textbooks for Alchemists that I was counting on.

"Iri......"

"Conconcon"

"Hey, can I give you another option, then?

It was someone who couldn't be here who opened the door with Knock.

He was my teacher until last year, Dr. Irina.