Three days had passed since Mirif received the suggestion to try making potions herself.

On a quiet day at the church, she took some time to visit the pharmacology department and cautiously entered Professor Belus’s office.

Knock, knock.

“Professor Belus?”

“Oh, Miss Mirif. You came.”

“Yes. I became a bit interested in what you mentioned last time…”

The offer to try making potions herself.

It was a proposal that piqued her interest, and Mirif couldn’t help but accept it. At the Academy church, there were still many patients suffering due to the lack of potions.

If she could spend some …