We were running through the Crucible Street at dusk.
Just as the last chimes of the churchâs bell were resounding, Tirnanog and I arrived at Turm Wand Store.
It was to meet Gilbert, not Harold.
The other person who noticed cobalt oxide was said to be Gilbert.
It was difficult to say whether or not he was going to be inside the wand store, but it was better than looking for him blindly.
ãAs usual, there is no sign of a customer.
The store owner doesnât seem to be in the store, but there is a sign of the redheaded brat.ã
âThatâs rather convenient.â
Even when I went inside the store, no one came out to greet me.
Looking around, Harold was polishing the shelves quietly with an almost dead facial expression.
He shouldnât have to clean anything at times like this.
No, perhaps it was more painful for him if he didnât distract himself by doing something.
âHarold, are you okay?â
âAhâ¦â¦? Aa, Erica, welcome.
What is it? Have you found a wand that match your taste?â
âYou donât seem to be fine. Unfortunately, weâre not here as a customer.â
ãIs Gilbert in the back?ã
âAniki? Aa, Aniki came back a while ago.
It seems he was going to make something difficult that he couldnât afford to fail, so right now heâs shutting himself inside the storehouse, butâ¦â¦â
After all, it was as we expected.
When I exchanged looks with Tirnanog, he nodded.
âHarold, this is something you also need to hear. Letâs go together, okay?â
ãEven if you say no I will force you to come with us.ã
âEh, ah, waitâ¦â¦, the store! There is only me manning the store!â
âWe are your only customers in these two days, right?â
âT-thatâs true, but! Aah, jeez, let me lock the door first at least!â
As Tirnanog manhandled him, Harold was kicking and struggling.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
We let him go to lock the store, then we headed to the storehouse in the back of the store.
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âYo, everyone, whatâs the matter?â
Gilbert seemed to have just completed the preparation, and was about to clear up the alchemy tools spread on the desk.
I glanced at the container placed on the desk.
Gilbert quickly hid it in his bag.
Again, Gilbert seemed to be keeping secret about the blue pigment that he had found.
Because Harold knew nothing, so somehow it felt like that.
In a sense, it could be said that we met him just in time.
It would be difficult to meet him after he went somewhere else to make it.
Tirnanog rolled an indigo blue glass bead on the table.
Gilbert reached for it with a relieved expression.
Tirnanogâs hand caught his stretched hand with a lightning-quick movement.
ãAs expected, I knew you would recognize it at a glance.ã
âWe come to talk about it.â
When Tirnanog and I pressed him, Gilbert cast his eyes down and laughed.
âHahaha, you caught me. Even though I thought that I would be able to evade questions until the prototype was completed.
Not only you are aware of the identity of the smelt, you seem to be able to make the actual thing in just a few hours.
As expected from the daughter of the head of the alchemists. You cannot be measured by ordinary means.â
Gilbert muttered thoughtfully.
No, no, it was because my friend was a phantom beast, I myself was just an ordinary and mediocre girl.
But I couldnât say that.
âW-wait, what are you talking about! Are you leaving me out of loop?â
ãWait, wait, Harold. Letâs explain it in order. I will let Gilbert explain it.ã
âMister, so youâre leaving it all to me.â
Gilbert smiled bitterly and lowered his hip back on the chair again.
When he put the container in his bag back to the table, Tirnanog released his hand.
Gilbert breathed a sigh while gazing at the glass bead through the light of the lamp.
âAah, after all itâs a fine coloring.â
âIs it a blue glass? Itâs certainly rare to see such a thing.
Whatâs up with this glass?â
âThis was made of the waste inside the barrel that was kicked off by Botchan.â
ãTo be exact, I made a blue-colored glass rather than the glass itself.ã
âHeeâ¦â¦?â
âThis is a rather rare metal on this continent called cobalt oxide.
Far from a waste, it seems to be worth twenty times that of silver of the same weight.â
âE, eeeehhhhhâ!?â
Harold cried out with his eyes wide open.
He had to be surprised because what he thought was just a waste turned into treasure.
âThatâ¦â¦what a coincidence.â
âIndeed, itâs an amazing coincidence.
Surely the proportions of the metals contained in the ore deposit and the smelting method thought of by Earl Nibelheim have ended up producing this result.â
âYou mean, if we sell this rare metal called cobalt oxide, we can regain even the loss of the fraud!?â
âI wonder about that.â
âWell, thatâs what one would think. Thatâs why I couldnât say it.â
Harold who recovered from his shock raised a voice full of joy.
Gilbert and I shrugged and exchanged glances.
âItâs not about how much you can sell, the problem is how to sell it.
For example, if you sell it as a material for blue glass, there is only a limited demand.
If you sell it to the temples, churches, and part of the aristocrats and merchants, the consumption will reach the limit.â
âIf they know that cobalt oxide can be made as long as the silver ores in the northwest areas havenât been exhausted yet, its value will be lower than it is currently.â
âNo wayâ¦â¦â
âYou shouldnât sell the cobalt oxide itself, but the added value born by it.
Just as how the Nibelheim territory isnât just selling a mass of high-purity silver, but a high-quality silverware.â
âHahaha, you are still a child but you sure know your stuff, Ojou-san.
Thatâs why I also thought that I want to pitch in and help my important younger brother.â
ãAfter all, what kind of person are you, Gilbert.
You are not just an ordinary youngest child of a wealthy merchant.ã
âIâd like to return those words to mister as it is.â
Gilbert smiled wryly at Tirnanogâs pointed question.
âTo begin with I didnât collect the smelt for some insight I had.
When I used analysis magic because I was worried whether harmful substances were mixed, I discovered it by chance.
But mister, you didnât use any magic or anything.
You are not just an ordinary escort of a dukeâs daughter.â
ãI am a very ordinary guardian. And my old friend was a famous alchemist.ã
Tirnanog continued to sidestep the question without lying as usual.
Gilbert shrugged his shoulders at his response.
ãWhat were you doing before you returned to this place?ã
âI was pursuing my dream. It took me ten years for that dream to come true halfway.â
âSpecifically, what is that dream?â
âThat isâ¦â¦well, I will show you. Keep it a secret, okay?â
Gilbert took out the white silk packet from his bag.
He gently put the somewhat flat packet on the table and carefully unwrapped it.
What appeared from the white silk fabric was a white plain dish.
It wasnât pure white, it was tinged with a faintly pure and translucent bluish color.
When it was looked under the strong yellow-colored light, the whiteness felt more prominent.
âIs this porcelain?â
âCorrect. As expected from the dukeâs daughter, you can recognize it at a glance.â
No, it was just that in my previous world porcelain was not unusual.
I couldnât say it though.
âOoh~, certainly, this is similar to the dishes Master is collecting!â
âRight, right, this is similar to that dish.
There is a broken one in that collection, right?â
âIt is a dish with a picture of a beast.â
âActually, the one who broke it was me.â
Harold was frozen in shock for a moment, his chair moved back a few centimeters.
I understood his surprise.
Even if it was a used item in pristine condition, it was at least worth a castle.
When he saw our reactions, Gilbert laughed with an expression like a mischievous boy.
âUwahâ¦â¦that kind of thingâ¦â¦Aniki, I guess you were very angry?â
âYouâd think so. But actually it was a bit different.
Maybe because I was a child that born when my old man was already old, I was very spoiled.â
Gilbert murmured in nostalgia that he was a brat in those days.
It seemed that he felt a sense of satisfaction by feeling cherished from the reaction, as he did various mischiefs to attract his fatherâs attention.
At some point, he himself forgot the reason why he broke a dish that was the Turm elderâs precious dish.
He would only know about it after a long time had passed, but it was a dish that was expensive enough to be able to buy a small southern island with one piece of it.
Nevertheless, there was no wrinkle between the eyes of the Turm elder.
âInstead, he was worried whether or not I got hurt.â
From the eyes of Gilbert who was only a child at that time, he also found that the eyes behind those lenses were sad.
Although he was trying hard to care about his child, Gilbert seemed to have received the impression that he had somewhat emptied a hole in the heart of Turm elder.
Perhaps, it might have been a dish that had been cherished next to his thirteen sons.
Thinking so, Gilbert became frightened and thought to apologize again.
âSo, I said it clearly.
âWhen I become an adult, I will make the same dishâ, I said.â
Turm elder was furious when he heard those words.
You donât have to risk your life to make that kind of thing.
Use your time and talent for more meaningful things.
When he raised his voice as he said this, Turm elder gazed at Gilbert with eyes that had a deeper anguish than when the plate broke.
âThat was the only time my old man yelled at me.â
I guessed he was probably worrying about Gilbertâs future.
However, on the contrary, Gilbertâs heart was captured by the existence of porcelain.
He wanted to triumph over his old man by any means. And then, he wanted Turm elder to laugh as he saw the dish that he made.
âThatâs why, I purposely chose a porcelain collector that was particularly on bad terms with my old man, and got myself a patron.â
It was said that the noble was a powerful aristocrat from Ignitia.
Without telling anyone, Gilbert got on a ship to the South and left Knot Reed.
âI used that nobleâs connections and enrolled in Lindis under a pseudonym.
It was a short and exciting free time to learn the minimum necessary knowledge and skills.
After I got a personal laboratory in Ignitia, it was a life that would make me wanted to say that it was a confinement.
Well, I thought that it was not bad, since I finally able to make this, with my youth as the compensation price.â
âWait, Anikiâ¦â¦donât tell me, the white porcelain alchemist that is rumored to be fleeing an Ignitia aristocracy isâ¦â¦?â
âBecause I was nearly killed. What is it called, research policy disagreement?â
Gilbert was wearing cordovan shoes.
According to Harold, those were the Ignitian aristocratic shoes.
I didnât notice until I was told, but the hint had been there forever.
âI wanted to reproduce the blue in my memory, but he wouldnât let me.
That person wanted to have a collection of levels that he could appreciate.
But, I wanted to reproduce the technique in its complete form.
I wanted to revive the ancient colors on this one. I wanted to make the real deal, not an imitation.â
Gilbert looked towards the South in nostalgia for a moment.
He seemed to be feeling some respect and sincerity for his Ignitian aristocratic patron.
It might have been a strong feeling to the degree that it wouldnât go away even if he got killed.
âJust a little bit longer, and I might have to say goodbye to my neck and torso. But it seemed that my luck had not run out yet.
I was able to escape due to the great chaos caused by the prince.
When I was desperately running away, I had no destination in mind, but for some reason I reached my hometown, Knot Reed.â
The rumors about the white porcelain alchemist seemed to have been true.
He was able to escape by taking advantage of the massive mental interference because he was Gilbert, whose blood was a mix of the eastern mage and the Visitorâs Clan.
One never knew what will change things for the better in which ways, huh.
Gilbert picked up the blue glass bead that was rolling in the corner of the desk and held it up to the light.
ãThat blue is the blue that is in your memory, right.ã
âAa, thatâs right, misterâ¦â¦if this is the case, it can be reproduced.â
ãThe blue you were looking for was in your hometown this whole time.ã
âItâs an ironic thingâ¦â¦â
Gilbert closed his eyes and placed the blue glass on the table.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes with a serious look.
âSay, Aniki, can this be produced in our territory?â
âAa, it can. As long as one knows how to handle the furnace. I have spent my life for that.â
âThen, if this story spreads, there will be no lenders that will withdraw their money from the Nibelheim family!?â
âNo, you need the actual things, not just lip-service.
Just as how I resigned to talk when confronted with Ojou-sanâs blue glass.â
Haroldâs bright voice and expression finally came back, and Gilbert backtracked.
âI wanted to make money for furnace and pigments somehow and tried to sell the white porcelains that I had.
But, not even one was sold.
It seems that a scam aimed at an antique art dealer was rampant some time before I came.
The scrutiny for artworks in the northwest area has become considerably severe.â
âNo wayâ¦â¦â
âOi, oi, Botchan. Donât be looking like that. I didnât say that I cannot do it.â
âBut, Aniki. Even if you start making porcelain from now, ultimately you wonât be able to make it in timeâ¦â¦â
âNo, thatâs not true.
Oopsâ¦â¦itâs going to be done heating up soon.â
Gilbert murmured so and stood up.
Huh? Didnât porcelain take more weeks to make?
Harold looked up at Gilbert with an absentminded blank expression.
I was certain that I was making a taken aback face that wouldnât lose out to him.
âThis is just right. Everyone, follow me.
I will show you the magic that Iâ¦â¦no, we assembled over a decade.â
That said, Gilbert laughed a lot with confidence.
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