"Sulfur, salt, mercury."
At dusk, Sherlock Hermes was in his room, confirming the alchemical materials he would need for the advancement ritual that evening.
He wore a monocle, diligently checking the scrawled labels on the bottles and jars.
Murmuring softly, Sherlock's finger traced over the bottles and jars on the shelf: "Sanctified silver powder, blessed holy water. A bunch of wind-dried black sage, an unused clear quartz crystal, six new red candles…"
Meanwhile, in the Hall of Silver and Tin.
Princess Isabel was also pacing nervously in her room.
Her mouth continuously muttered the list of materials needed for the advancement ritual, visibly restless.
"There's also clove essential oil, cinnamon essential oil, cypress essential oil, Parthia essential oil… and everlasting flower essential oil, chamomile essential oil… and… and…"
Watching her, the elf artist Yanis, who was humming a tune and writing a composition, put down her pen with a sense of helplessness.
