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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 time making potions herself, she could reduce the number of people struggling. Of course, it would take some time to learn to make them well enough to be usable.

“First, let me clarify that what I can teach you is only the basics for low-grade potions. If you were a pharmacology student, I could go further, but teaching more to a theology student could cause some issues.”

“Yes, I—I think that’s more than enough.”@@novelbin@@

“If you were to transfer to the pharmacology department, I could teach you more, but… I would never ask someone who serves the divine to do that.”