Unfortunately, that was the only thing he learned from Paracelsus. Despite Theo having digested the Fairy’s Book, Paracelsus didn’t recognize Theo’s qualifications. As a famous alchemist from the Age of Mythology, a 7th Circle magician didn’t even appear in his eyes.

However, Theo let the conversation end without pressing. He’d only wanted to know what was happening to MItra. Knowledge from the Age of Mythology was like a pearl necklace worn around a pig’s throat. There would be another chance to talk to Paracelsus.

... It’s already morning, huh?

Sun was shining through the window, and Theo flopped back on the bed with a weary expression. His reaction was natural. He had spent all night reading the Fairy’s Book, and his encounter with Paracelsus had only contributed to his fatigue.

Theo wanted to fall asleep, but he needed to have breakfast with his party.

“Let’s go.”

Even if he was tired, Theo had to move. He got up to grab the doorknob, and the door opened easily. It was made of a mysterious metal, just like everything...