I who got fired from the S class adventure party worked as a support, want to have a slow life by becoming an alchemist - Chapter 16

Translator: NovelMultiverse

It had been a month since they had set aside the Moon Wheel Pavilion as a place to stay.

Slay spent the bright morning and early afternoon studying for his alchemy exams in his rented room, and then in the evening, at dusk, when it was cooler, he went out of the city to explore with Lloyd.

In between, I tried to look for a few day jobs, but in the end, I couldn’t find a match. It wasn’t that serious of a search, so this is what it would be like.

What is appropriate is the adventurer family business I’ve been doing, but I don’t want to leave Loonside before I’ve taken up a month and a half of lodging. The demand for a ‘supporter’ is also uncertain.

In the end, I decided that it was better to prepare carefully for the exam. I won’t be able to earn as much money as I did when I belonged to the ‘Hazerushippu Blastwind’ party, which was an S-ranked party anyway.

A few days ago, Marlock, the owner of the Moon Wheel Pavilion, introduced me to an acquaintance who owned a house for rent and I went to check it out.

There’s a problem with how it’s commercially on the outskirts of the city, but that’s why the rent is so cheap and the proximity to the outskirts of the city is very gratifying when you think about Lloyd.

I was also told that I could leave Lloyd indoors without ‘surrendering’ him, so I dodged the rental contract on the premise that if I passed the alchemist test.

I don’t want to make a name for myself as an alchemist in Loonside in earnest. I just need to spend a year’s apprenticeship, and I have no desire to make it in the first class.

Being a commoner’s alchemist, I have a feeling that I’m going to have to shrug my shoulders just to be a commoner’s alchemist. You can do it discreetly and stealthily for the purpose of lifting the apprenticeship. Slay wanted to enjoy a certain amount of slow life in this Loonside as well.

The written test seems to be fine for this kind of thing. Well, I guess the emphasis is on the practical skills.

It was mid-afternoon, just one month into his exile. After finishing his studies, Slay was sitting on the sofa, slumped over.

On the table in front of him, there was a basket of red Lunza berries that he had received as a parting gift, and a cup of light red liquid – Belme grass tea with ice.

The tea was created by Slay through a metamorphosis technique. Eliza, the receptionist of the Alchemy Society, served it to me and it was delicious, so I’m imitating it.

However, it’s not like I can create berme-weed. It is possible to metamorphose a small plant or fruit, but I haven’t finished analyzing the actual berme grass.

What Slay is making with his metamorphosis technique is a duplicate copy of the berme Grass tea given to him by the receptionist.

”Lloyd. Do you want some Lunza fruit?

Picking up a bright red Lunza fruit from the basket, Slay visited Lloyd, who was sitting nearby.

Then, instead of approaching the red fruit, Lloyd looked intently into Slay’s eyes.

A straight gaze that seemed to see through something.

Hey… don’t look at me like that.

It’s been a month since Slay left the party.

Naturally, Lloyd is aware that he and Elia have split up. He wouldn’t know the details of the situation, but he seemed to understand that Slay had been expelled from the party.

Lloyd wasn’t sulking anymore. Rather, he seemed to be worried about Slay, who was now alone.

That look in his eyes said, “I’m fine now, but are you okay with it? But I’m not so sure about that.

“…… I know, I know. It’s not that I don’t care about it at all, man. It’s just that, well, I wasn’t sure about it.”

Slay smiled bitterly and bit into the Lunza fruit in his hand while he stroked Lloyd’s fluffy body with his other hand.

He found it comforting to do this. I’m sure that thanks to Lloyd’s presence, I’m able to release my depressed feelings and spend my days in peace.

“Come with me. I’m sure Lloyd will miss you.”

The day he was sentenced to banishment. I almost said these words to Elia once, but I eventually stopped myself.

I still think that if Elia had made Lloyd, who was so dear to her, a great cause, she would have had a pretty good chance of winning.

But he never took that step.

It’s not too much to say that the path to becoming an alchemist that Slay is aiming for is tantamount to a road trip, throwing away most of the wealth he has built up until now.

Furthermore, her ultimate goal is a slow life back home in the frontier. I couldn’t very well ask her to go along with that.

As a saint, Elia is a saint, and she is so good that she was once recruited by an SS-ranked adventurer party. The headhunting that would lead to her rise in the ranks was not established because she refused to do so.

While I was happy that she refused to join the SS party, it was also true that I felt it was a waste of time.

In terms of the sacred art, there was no one else to her right who had the same sacrament, as she carried the sacrament in her body, which was the proof of a saint.

Most of the successive SS-ranked parties had a saint in the role of ‘healer’. I think she was also qualified to stand for that honor.　

To be honest, she was not a vessel that could fit into the S-ranked party ‘Blast Wind Blast Wind’. Even if the party didn’t do well after Slay left, Elia would always have another guess, and maybe this time, she would be able to join an SS-ranked party.　

With that in mind, I can see why I’m drawn to her, but I also think Roland and Raymond should know their place in the world. And that was true for me.

It’s a high point, you know. Well, it’s not like this Berme grass.

Slay was in an ennui, staring at the light red liquid that contained a component of vermicelli grass, which was said to produce beautiful flowers on the high ridge.