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Grrrrrrind— Students at Millennium were losing sleep from the crack of dawn due to the loud noises coming from the Alchemy Department. However, they only spat out complaints and curses; no one dared to step forward and stop it. That was because the source of the noise was Zenyl Orphe, the madwoman of Millennium. A top student in Mana Studies who also introduced bizarre methods to alchemy, causing strange noises every single day. She would use heated pigeon feathers instead of phoenix feathers, claiming they just needed to be hot, or grind mandrake roots with magic instead of a mortar because it was "too much work"... It was a mystery why these methods even worked. Of course, the students in the Alchemy Department loved it, saying it was much easier than following the textbooks. —...Zenyl. Guest was the one the sleep-deprived students finally turned to after much deliberation. The only savior Zenyl allowed by her side. —What are you doing this time...? "What do you think? Preparing for class." —Um... but does it have to be at dawn...? "Then when? It starts this morning." —... Zenyl's way of speaking was always the same. A one-sided conversation that left the other person speechless. —Those ingredients look pretty dangerous... Is it okay to handle them without any protective gear? "What kind of useless worry is that? It's not like I'm some fresh-faced fledgling who just enrolled." There was no excuse to stop this noise. However, feeling too guilty toward the juniors to just head back, Guest was picking their words when suddenly, ≡Senior!! By any chance, are there any mandrakes left here— An enthusiastic freshman burst through the door of the Alchemy Department quite early. The problem was, perhaps because the door was opened too forcefully, the vibration caused the old hinges of the aged school building to snap, and the shelf holding all sorts of ingredients collapsed onto Zenyl and Guest. Thud— With a loud crash, various ingredients mixed together, and a nasty green smoke billowed up. Since alchemy is a field where the results change drastically just by how the ingredients are prepared, the effect was even greater. —Zenyl?! Zenyl, are you okay? Zenyl! Guest, who managed to escape the accident thanks to Zenyl pushing them away at the last second, covered their nose and mouth with their sleeve, coughing while searching for Zenyl. But what was revealed as the smoke cleared was... "...F*ck, what is this...?!" It wasn't the childhood friend Zenyl that Guest knew, but a tall man wearing a black skirt and stockings that looked like they were about to burst, topped with a white shirt and the purple robe of the Millennium uniform. "What are you looking at!! Turn your eyes away!!"