The Academy's entrance Exam

There were two avenues in front of him. Two paths that could lead to a cure.

The first was the medicine hall—perhaps the elite families or the royal alchemists had something.

But would they sell it? Would they even have the one he needs? And if they did, at what cost? Arthur knew the power of wealth, but he also knew that sometimes, even all the gold in the world wasn't enough to buy what didn't want to be sold.

The second was this secret realm.

A high-grade realm meant rare herbs. And rare herbs meant… a possible cure.

Arthur exhaled slowly, masking the storm brewing inside him. His eyes flickered back to the bartender. 

"Tell me more about this realm."

The bartender's lips curled into a knowing grin, the kind of expression that said he'd been waiting for that exact question. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret that only a select few were meant to hear.