"Glug glug."
The liquid in the glass bottle surged, the vapor turning from white to red, and when it was entirely spread out, it became a striking emerald green.
"Next step."
Roger spoke without turning his head, and behind him, a slender figure swiftly stepped forward, deftly managing the next part of the experiment, while Roger retreated and carefully observed the entire process.
Emily was wearing a white robe that tightly wrapped her youthful body, with ordinary patterns on the clothing, tightened at the cuffs and neckline.
From Roger's angle, there was surprisingly a hint of uniform allure.
To what extent can one go to change their fate?
This question was answered clearly on Emily, combining the potions Roger left behind, in a short span, the girl forcibly absorbed the complex and tedious alchemy knowledge.
