The alchemist's atmosphere began changing as he moaned, his bones snapping as he stretched.
Moments later, the glow receded.
The alchemists were still wide eyed when a nauseous scent brought them back to reality.
"Oh my!"
"How horrible!"
…!
Bard had clippers on his nose, so he smiled as the gathering descended into chaos.
Oleg desperately held his mouth, his eyes becoming wet at the horrible smell.
Coating their hands in mana, they covered their faces.
The one smelling hastily excused himself as maids rushed in to clean the mess.
After a few minutes, they settled down, their breathing back to normal.
Oleg didn't let them get comfortable though.
"Sirs, what are the results?"
Bard's aura erupted, silencing everyone.
"I believe it'd be best to wait for Sir Helder before any decisions are made, yes?"
They nodded fearfully.
Ten minutes later, Helder arrived, clean and cleansed of his foul smell.
"Sir Helder-"
Bard took the initiative.
"-how do you feel?"
