Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 189: Steel Under Foreign Suns
The Alchemy Classroom smelled of crushed leaves and fresh sap a day later.
When Lannor and Margarita finally stepped out the following morning, the sorceress was still tugging at her clothing, trying to restore some semblance of order. Unfortunately, no one had ever taught her a spell specifically for repairing garments that had been enthusiastically torn apart.
Lannor’s latest alchemical breakthrough appeared to have excited her quite a bit.
The previous evening, while testing the effects of the Dragonbone Growth Agent, they had carved off a small portion of the gray gel and placed it onto a pile of herbs.
The results had been immediate.
Plants erupted from cracks between the stone tiles. Roots spread like living rivers beneath the floor. By midnight, tender green growth had engulfed the entire classroom, wrapping walls, tables, and rafters until the room resembled a treehouse hidden deep within an ancient forest.
As those roots continued to spread and climb, Margarita had enthusiastically declared war.
Lannor had accepted the challenge.
If he were asked for a professional opinion, lying atop a bed of living plants felt distinctly different from lying on a mattress.
Standing outside the classroom now, cheeks still faintly flushed, Margarita watched as Lannor widened a tangled opening in the mass of roots blocking the doorway and finally climbed free.
“I honestly thought your dragonbone wouldn’t last very long,” she said. “Who would’ve guessed the Growth Force inside it would be this abundant? To think there are dragons in another world that never stop growing. That’s genuinely fascinating.”
Lannor brushed leaves and bits of root from his clothes.
“Forget dragons from another world. The local ones are practically extinct, and I’ve never seen one of those either. The good news is that this dragonbone should keep us supplied for a very long time.”
Margarita had already registered Balerion’s jawbone in the academy archives. It would be stored safely within Aretuza’s vaults.
Ownership, however, remained entirely Lannor’s.
That privilege was usually reserved for professors.
Tissaia had personally approved the authorization.
“Is it almost time for your appointment with Tissaia?” Margarita asked.
Her green dress already contained very little fabric to begin with. After the previous night’s campaign, it had advanced decisively into battle-damaged territory. She was doing her best to preserve a dignified appearance while adjusting torn seams and displaced fabric.
Lannor pulled up his schedule through Mentos and checked it.
“Almost.”
He nodded.
“We should probably change first.”
Turning to leave, he immediately felt a hand catch his arm.
Margarita laughed.
“Oh, please. You’re bringing one sorceress to meet another sorceress. Do you really think we care about something like this?”
She spread her arms wide.
The ruined dress failed rather spectacularly at concealing everything it was supposed to conceal.
Lannor, despite accumulating a respectable amount of life experience recently, still stared with the wide-eyed amazement of a country boy encountering city customs beyond his comprehension.
Tissaia was already waiting outside the Crystal Cultivation Project laboratory.
When she saw them approaching, one elegant eyebrow rose slightly before settling back into place.
As Margarita had said, Tissaia’s experience vastly exceeded theirs.
Over centuries as Aretuza’s rector, she had witnessed every variety of student relationship imaginable, often more than once.
“Come, Lannor.”
Her tone remained perfectly even as she turned and opened the laboratory door.
“Show me your results. Hopefully you didn’t spill all those precious insights and talents along with your bodily fluids last night.”
The jab landed cleanly enough to make Lannor scratch the back of his neck.
Margarita merely smiled at her teacher without the slightest embarrassment.
The witcher took a breath, gathered himself, and followed them inside.
The laboratory had been completely refitted.
To Lannor’s eyes, it still carried the unmistakable atmosphere of a sophisticated workshop rather than a true laboratory.
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