"Why are you so outgoing, you don't remember me?"
Fina looked at her quizzically.
Because the man's reaction was very strange.
"Clam?" Evelea cocked her head.
Does this guy have amnesia too?
Looking at that intelligent expression, Fina was finally sure.
Two-way oblivion!
What kind of spell is this, with such powerful after-effects?
After a moment's thought, she said slowly:
"After you report, meet me at the front of the school and I'll buy you lunch."
"Ah! You're buying me dinner?"
Evelea subconsciously touched her still somewhat rounded belly.
We haven't even finished digesting last night's banquet yet.
"Well, okay then~"
She was full of it.
Then Fina waited in front of the school until dark.
The suspicions in her mind were becoming more and more confirmed, and she slowly realized that she had been played by the woman.
"Witch! You wait!!!"
Evelea, who came out over the wall, went back with a jaunty stride.
"What's up with that guy, he doesn't even know him well and he's inviting people to dinner for no reason."
"Well, there's an inexplicable sense of danger, it's better to stay away~"
In the Black Rose Tavern, the three men looked at the returning Diviner with puzzled faces.
"You even have a college student in you?"
"Yeah!"
Evelea flung her bag of books toward the table and sat down in her chair with her butt in the air, stretching again with inexplicable satisfaction.
"I'm so hungry. Is dinner ready yet?"
The waiter looked at her sorrowfully, "You wash your bowl first, or I'll set you up as a human offering to be carried to the guests on my side of the country at night."
"You trample on women's personalities, beware of the wrath of God!"
Evelea beamed, very disgruntled, and stood up, walking wanly into the back kitchen.
"And you have the nerve to say that, if it wasn't for you last night, the chef wouldn't have been seriously injured, and we almost got caught by that Silver Knight!"
The waiter glared at her, picking up the broom in his hand and making a move to hit it, but his foot suddenly slipped and his face hit the bar hard.
"Hey, did you just curse me?"
The waiter wiped his nosebleed in disbelief.
"Stop it and remove the curse quickly!!!"
...
...
Eleazar looked at the vibrant ride up to the manor with an odd expression on his face.
Fintan shrugged, "Don't look at me, this is what Finnian got."
"Hey, even if your identity can circumvent church scrutiny, then don't mess around in your house!"
Eleazar looked up at the breadfruit tree.
"Even if I were a fool, I wouldn't think bread could grow on trees."
Finnian cocked his head, "What doesn't make sense?"
"Bread is made by baking dough fermented with water and flour, and these steps can be accomplished in a tree through photosynthesis, so what's wrong?"
His face full of seriousness made Eleazar wonder what to say for a moment.
"Don't worry, no one else can come and see it, I control the growth of the bread."
Finnian catches the three pieces of falling bread before controlling the tree's blossoms to close up, and then the large tree all turns into a normal plant with a hanging bag of flower bones.
"Ehehe, actually I just wanted to show off to you Eleazar-san."
Eleazar looked around woodenly.
"You don't have to show off, I saw it all."
The creativity of that twisted common sense of the erudite sequence has begun to manifest itself.
In the garden, a few roses that had pulled themselves out of their grassy roots were chasing butterflies.
At the far end, the knight was holding a large pot to squeeze a milky liquid from a trumpet plant.
Looking back like a thief and realizing that Eleazar's classmates were looking at him with odd faces, he awkwardly explained.
"Don't get the wrong idea, this is... How should I put it, milk-flavored nectar, it's quite tasty..."
Eleazar keeps turning her head to look at the two, "These... Shouldn't that be our dinner?"
The knight had already caught the milky nectar, while Finnian-san was pulling a series of apples as productive as potatoes out of the mud. "That's right, while these are all highly poisonous to ordinary people, they shouldn't be a big problem for you, right?"
Eleazar said quietly, "I'm indifferent, but I think that it's just food and a normal growing harvest is okay, right?"
"Because it saves money!"
Finnian, who was squatting on the ground picking apples, raised his head, "In a person's life, on top of clothing, food, housing, and transportation is the most costly, now that we don't have to worry about food and housing anymore, for my next plan, I'm considering how to make Vine learn to weave clothes!"
Eleazar: "..."
"For traveling, I can give you a suggestion, how about enchanting a broom and riding it to school?"
Fintan wanted to say something, pleading eyes flashing him back and forth as if he was genuinely afraid that his brother would take this death-defying advice.
"We're not witches." Finnian bristled.
"And that would be so uncreative!"
Eleazar shrugged, "You guys get busy then, I'm going to go explore the haunted house first."
Walking out of that swarming manor, he recalled the introduction of the erudite in his magic guidebook.
Luckily, I saw it a while ago and remember it well.
[Scholar Pathway: The Learned]
[Sequence source: Hightower]
[Rank identity: Enlightenment, creativity that breaks with common sense!]
[Message: They changed the plant!
[Message: They changed the animals!
[Message: They're so mad, they'll even transform themselves.]
...
This pathway is only three short stages of change, but it already shows how their humanity has fallen step by step.
Their spirituality has the quality of changing everything, just as the Knight's spirituality is full of harm and the Witcher's spirituality awakens the Silver Light.
Transforming plants will only be amazing.
Starting with small animals, this blood and flesh experimentation shows the beginnings of evil.
Eleazar has realized that when Finnian reaches out to get his hands on human experimentation, that's when the two brothers will turn against each other.
"Well, why don't we find a chance to remind the knight to make sure he gets stuck in the last potion ritual of the erudite?"
"But this is also Finnian-san's Legendary Knight raising program, isn't it a bit meddlesome of me to intervene like this?"
Thinking hesitantly, Eleazar arrived at the address the knight had provided.
A plantation called Hundred Orchards.
A very extensive orchard, relying on the shallows of a clear river, crosses a stone bridge and a few hundred meters of a street that runs from south to north at a glance.
There were a dozen or so buildings sparsely spread out on either side, a phone booth, a bench, a street lamp in the middle of the street, no stores of any kind, and only one tavern that was bound to be there as long as there were people.
At the entrance sat two elderly men enjoying their retirement, and Eleazar stepped forward, flashing the inspector's card, which had been labeled with his photograph.
"Hello, I'm an investigator for the city, number 0053!"