In the dark and cold barn, the single flame burned strong according to the master's orders. Cassiel kept his palm open and steady, not complaining a single word even if he had to remain in the same position for half an hour. He watched intently what the girl next to him was doing and adjusted the strength she needed.
Around them, countless bags full of seeds and beans were open. Dry food was a necessary commodity to get through the winter, yet most of the supplies now fell victim to Violet's experiments. No wonder she didn't want the owner of the farm to know what she was doing, as the man would have a heart attack from seeing the waste.
"Pumpkin seeds are the best natural source of magnesium, but if we force Dorothy to eat everything here, she won't finish it in a week… That's why I'm extracting what she needs most right now," the alchemist explained the process to onlookers.
