Chapter 57: First Mission

Vivette stared at her two disciples in silence.

First, she looked at Meris, whose face was practically glowing—clearly delighted by something. Then she turned to Kenan, who looked like a man that hadn’t slept a wink. He kept glancing at Meris every few seconds, as if wanting to speak ... but not daring to.

Vivette sighed silently.

Yesterday, she had deliberately given them time off—hoping they would center themselves, perhaps even learn from one another. After all, disciples who bonded, shared, and sparred often grew faster together.

But it looked like her goodwill had backfired. One was lovesick. The other? On cloud nine.

“Are you ready for your first class?” Vivette asked at last, her gaze sweeping across both of them.

“Yes, Master!”

“ ... Yes.”

The responses came in unison—but the tone, the fire behind the words, couldn’t have been more different.

Vivette didn’t linger on it. Their personal lives weren’t her concern.

But their focus was.

And if they didn’t focus, they’d make mistakes. Dangerous ones. And if there was one thing Vivette would not allow—it was being shamed by underperforming disciples. Her reputation mattered to her. Greatly.

“Before we start with actual potion crafting, you first need to understand the theoretical process. We’ll begin with something very basic—the kind of potion even merchants stock by the dozens: a common-grade health potion.”

She paused, then looked at the two of them again.

“Which of you knows the ingredients required?”

Silence.

Meris tilted her head, a finger on her chin.

“Crimsonleaf herb ... glowroot vine...” she offered, clearly trying to recall more—but that was all she managed.