Elementalists
Chapter 164 - The Yellow Witch
Arya realized the glittering rays before her were starlight that illuminated the night sky, she got up from a lying position while trying to make sense of the situation. A vast prairie stretched around him, but other than that, there was only emptiness.
Arya's daydream breaks as a horde of – butterflies fly around her body, as if to greet the soft boy – boy. Slowly the position of the insect herd began to be replaced by a beautiful bubble – bubbles.
“Eh?”
Curious about the origin, he looked over. A blonde girl was busy blowing liquid that produced the object was armed with hands as a tool, Arya realized the clothes like cow milking women in the story – bedtime story.
“Halo...happy to see you good – fine, Citrea kangen you know...” said the girl approached then squatted in front of Arya.
“Citrea?”
“You forgot? Wickedness..”.
“Sorry, but...I don't know anyone by that name” Arya answered honestly.
“Hmm...mau how else?”
Her pliers gently stroked Arya's forehead, Citrea's face turned bright. His eyes sparkled – twinkle happy, both kept like this some time. Feeling unfinished, Arya finally cleared her throat for Citrea to stop.
“Why do you keep doing it?” ask Arya curious.
“Sure something....wahhh...you have met Kak Aura and Kak Fraga apparently..
“Hah? Wait a minute, instead of—“
“Citrea is their sister is also the third child, thank God the sequence looks right. Citrea was not late” sprightly cute woman was embracing the body Arya.
“Hey!? Kok tba – arrived–“
“Ahahaha...hopefully soon to see you again, we trust you...”.
WUSH OFF!
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“Adududu....pusing....” whine Olivia tried to hold on to the wall.
After his condition recovered, then he realized that the boy – boy he met a while ago unconscious in a position lying upside down. Panic, he also began rubbing – rub heads looking for ideas and a way out.
“Waahhh...don't die, Citrea what are you doing? How's this.....? You're right, we have to take him to the nearest Professor”
Fast – fast Olivia beats her umbrella to Arya's body so that it makes it float awkwardly in the air, continuing to follow wherever Olivia goes. While sweating coldly because of the rush of – gesa, the woman down the long hallway illuminated by a torch.
“Come...if this must be a senior tantrum...”.
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GECK! GECK! GECK!
“ENTRY! HURRY!”
“HIIY!?”
Olivia immediately obeyed the order and then closed the door again, Merlin with a bad face sitting waiting for her. The mood of the Orange Witch is unstable, not just that. His physique also looked weak.
“Olivia..”.
“M..ma..sorry!? I overslept so capai” replied Olivia heart – heart.
“Why now!? Haven't I been in the news since last week?!”
Merlin patted the eel in annoyance, Olivia Nuwyn was an Arachne. One of the nearly extinct races that had the special ability to weave something due to being hit by a curse, resulted in some parts of their body turning to resemble a – profit spider.
How to meet Arachne's true residence – is really difficult, Merlin spent almost a new year successfully. The only goal is one, bringing the Yellow Witch that is Olivia to go with her. On one condition, guaranteeing the safety of his entire race.
Although still unable to, Merlin also promised to find a cure for their curse. Because according to him there is a close relationship between it and Shooting Star Syndrome that he suffered, that's the origin of Olivia's existence in Magihavoc.
“How's your training? Running well?” Merlin.
“Eee...iya...i. I've been around the Four Season Zone without any problems”.
“Ugh. I'm also lazy to ask for your help actually, please understand”
“Senior calm, leave the rest to me” said Olivia full of confidence.
“Hah. I don't know when to return, so keep watching”
“Ready!”
TRINGGG....!!!
Merlin's body gave off a bright orange glow, his silhouette slowly shrinking until the last tiny girl replaced his position just now. He looked around while moving his achy shoulders before the blink of an eye teleported.
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Arya got up once more then muttered inwardly why this incident kept on happening to her. As if fainting was like a meal a day – days, if able to repeat the time. Arya wants to avoid – random events nan strange before.
“Hmm?”
Lazy-looking woman asked without looking at her, she was shaking – shake small glass bottle containing dark blue liquid. His right hand flicked – behind the pages of the book and there was a flying broomstick hovering nearby.
“Professor? Kok me—”
“Which I know, do not demand to answer me dong, you yourself fainted” cut it ketus.
Kenya Weahl, one of the youngest Professors in the history of Divina Academy. This woman is one generation with Marylin Merlin the Orange Witch, although arguably her strength is below. But somehow he was able to graduate first than Merlin.
His talent is fairly ordinary, but there is a special reason why he received such an assessment. Kenya is known as a person who is very fond of and crazy – to the science of making potions, and has a strong desire to revive the abilities of the Alchemists in the past.
It is rumored that if Kenya Weahl was not a strange maniac, he would be Merlin's greatest rival in all fields of magic. But it's only – wishful thinking, Kenya prefers to lock themselves in a private room to experiment.
Even applied to Iruphior when offered a job in order to have the least teaching hours among other Professors. Arya's goal today is to find the woman, because she happens to be the selection registration committee.
“Professor Weahl? I came here to submit form”
“I know, I have received and I put”
“Eh? How can?” arya was confused.
“Say I ransacked your body when I passed out just now”
“HAH!?”
Arya immediately checked all over her body, afraid that someone would be wrong. Kenya's indifferent nature makes Arya's mood worse, but suddenly – comes the feeling of interest appears to see a –-colored star billowing from the basin near the young Professor's feet.
“Stop, can't approach” his reminder.
“Mmm..sorry Professor, I'm just curious. Actually I have an interest also in things like this”
“Just don't, I'll get angry if you ruin the concentration as well as the ingredients of – ingredients of potion”
“Eee...but Professor, I think the dosage is somewhat—“.
“Child like you know what? Go there if all your business is done” Kenya make a hand-shaking gesture.
Inevitably Arya complied, after leaving the room and closing the door. He leaned back and started counting.
‘One....two...three....’.
A JDUAR!
The sound of the explosion was very loud deafening ears, Arya widened the door once again so that blackish smelling smoke came out. While brandishing the magic wand, he sucked up some.
“Uhuk!? Uhuk!? Uhuk!? You still here?”
“Kan told you takaran yours salah”
“Hei!? Potions are a great science capable of changing things, the complexity is so high. I researched it almost all my life, so—“
“You want to make Sweet Dream instead?” cut Arya tired.
“Eh?”
“Special sedative banquet, small dose even efficacious to Giant” sized Imaginary Animals
“You....how.....?”.
Arya explained that she was able to identify Kenya wants to make what just by looking at the material – ingredients and reactions on their quality, of course the word is difficult to accept by the Professor. Because Arya is like calling herself an Alchemist.
“But...I can indeed make it”.
Finished saying so, Arya put some ingredients into one then in an instant handed a small bottle of potion in Kenyan hands. Makes the woman wonder.
“It...”.
“You can try it later if you still don't believe”
“You're a genius”
“No, I just studied with the right teacher”
“Teacher?” Kenya raised next to an eyebrow.
“An old notebook whose owner knows who” is
“Where is the book now?”
“Entahlah...”.
Arya smiled as well allowing Kenya to search her goods if necessary, seeing Kenya's great interest. Arya has a crazy idea, she'll give a potion recipe to the girl. But quite sure it can certainly be a benchmark for the development of his insight.
“As a substitute?” ask Kenya seriously.
“Simple, help me when needed. And never use this ability to fight me” Arya smiled complacently.