Chapter 12. Elf tutoring.

In the middle of the morning, Just when the sun was breaking. Three figures were seen in a tutoring room.

On the tutor's main stage. A heavenly-looking female figure, worthy of the noble elves. she held her thick book and surveyed it with her half-moon glasses made for reading.

On the high study chairs that went up through the room. Two figures watched and listened to the elf's explanatory monologue.

One of the figures, which was that of a beautiful young woman, listened attentively, and stood with her spine erect in a respectful position to the teacher.

The second was that of a young man, with his head resting on his arms covered with a soft coat of polar bear fur.

Its fronts, thick books that could be called grimoires if they were not well observed. On its dark cloak were symbols of magical pentagrams and tetragrams.

"Listen well. Among the dozens of branches affiliated with magic. Alchemy and Potionism are the ones that remain at the top when it comes to witch medicine." Raising her hazel eyes to observe her new students, she waspleased to see that the two were paying attention, even though their master still remained relaxed in his position.

"Mr. Hypnos. Tell me, what are the differences between the two branches?"

Faced with the question of his teacher, he searched the surface of his scarce medicinal knowledge.

"Alchemy and potions differ in quality and use. While the medicinal branches of alchemy focus on the efficiency of their pills, they end up being overtaken by the easy use of fast potions. When consuming an alchemy pill it would take a few minutes for the desired effect, while a potion would have an almost immediate effect, but with low efficiency in comparison. "

"Almost correct." She said making Hypnos's face bitter with embarrassment.

"While what you said is in fact correct. The ramifications have their own controversial ones. One wizard is different from another. Let's suppose we gave a healing pill to an injured troll and a potion to another in the same state. Which of the two would trolls be cured first? Miss Liz. "

She frowned for a few moments and replied fearfully.

"What if you were given a pill?"

"But would you know how to answer me for that answer?" The elf known as Triana asked back.

Since Liz seemed too afraid to answer, Hypnos replied instead.

"I don't think a potion would be effective on a body as tall and complex as that of a troll. In the meantime. A pill with a more potent effect than that of a potion would probably have cured the poor."

"Correct! The bigger and more complex the organism, the less the effect will be."

Liz who looked confused asked.

"So why is there a branch of medicinal alchemy if most wizards use it?"

"Different situations require different branches. If you are in the midst of a battlefield, would a potion or pill be preferable?"

"A potion is clear." Liz replied, probably coming up with her own answer to her question.

"And then if you were already off the battlefield. But specifically in a safe area of ​​your quarter, which one would you use?"

"A pill! I get it. Thank you, Professor Triana." Liz said, offering a noble salute to raise her skirt.

She repeated it playfully and smiling at her student.

"Good. I think that's it for today. Study the subjects I gave you before the alchemy class, okay?"

The two murmured in agreement.

While talking in the corridor just after saying goodbye to Triana, the two split into two different corridors.

That last week, at Hypnos' request, they received private tutoring from the elves. With their ancient knowledge, it would not be an understatement to say that they were masters in different arts.

And it was not in vain. Their assumptions were confirmed when they had their first classes in each subject. Even if they covered the basics of each subject. The study yielded a great deal of useful knowledge.

Due to some tutorials diverging, such as the archery chosen by Liz and the fencing chosen by Hypnos, their schedules were separated at certain times.

Despite being proficient in the use of a blade due to the battles he fought in the war of the thousand Pantheons. He would still have to get his body used to his muscular memories, and it wouldn't hurt to learn some techniques different from other masters.

In the locker room. He put on his training clothes and equipment. Their equipment and clothing consisted of: A light jacket of black dragon leather and a glove of the same material. His pants were made of puma fur due to their elasticity and softness.

The two ancient beings were considered extinct by the world witch community. Although the same has not been confirmed.

Shortly after getting dressed, he walked down the hall out of the locker room.

As he was already patriarch of the clan and head of the house. It was no longer necessary to be led by elves to their destination. The house itself showed him the correct path.

Shortly after exiting through a high arch, he found himself in a large square, similar to a gladiator coliseum.

In the center of the coliseum. A tall figure with dark green hair and eyes of the same color watched him with serious eyes.

That was Viole. His fencing teacher.

When you put yourself in front of it. The two went into position, bowed in respect, and went into combat.

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I am thinking of alternating launching chapters in both books. One day I post this and the next I post it in my second book.