“…If it weren’t for you, I would have lost all my equipment and been left wandering in the slum… I honestly can’t imagine how that would have gone.”0

The Chemist closed her eyes. After a moment, she slowly opened them, revealing a sharpness in her gaze behind the glasses.0

“Yes, I want to repay what you did for me. I won’t think about anything else but making the cure… But I’m really not aware of my surroundings when I’m occupied with my work. I probably won’t keep my manners. Still…”0

“It doesn’t matter.” I nodded. “Do whatever it takes to bring out your best.”0

This wasn’t the time to worry about manners. I needed the future leader of the Alchemist Office.0

“…Okay.” The Chemist adjusted her glasses and then turned to look at the Medicine King. “Sir.”0

“Huh? What is it?”0

“I’ll need your full assistance from now on.”0

The Medicine King scowled, his deep wrinkles reflecting his stubbornness. “Assistance? Assistaaaaance? You insolent girl, there is a proper order for everything! How dare a greenhorn like you ask the Medicine king to assist you—”0

“Open my Skill Cards,” the Chemist quietly said.0

“…What?”0

One golden card and three silver cards floated above the Chemist’s palm. An ordinary Hunter would kill to have one Skill, but she had four of them. On top of that, all of them were above Class B.0

The Medicine King’s eyes widened. “W-what? Are you trying to show...0