Gray couldn't help but grumble…
[Ding! Convoked to the Alchemical Department!]
What could they possibly want with him? It was already getting so late. Couldn't they just give him a second to relax? Still, even as he grumbled, he headed over.
"Yep, still looks like balls." That's the only way he could describe the Alchemical department.
As for what Gray meant by that? Well, there were just too many greenhouses at this place. Each would grow countless spiritual herbs, enough to render the Academy self-sufficient.
But before he could even reach the door…
"RUUNNNN!"
"Quick, make way, make way!"
"Hurry up, or we won't save it in time!"
"Bring it to Teacher Red, or it will die for sure!"
Die? He would have expected them to be carrying a patient, but instead, it was one hell of an ugly potted plant! A large radish, but with an old man's grimacing face?! Was it alive?!
