Potion

The moment I returned home, I headed straight for the basement.

In one hand, I carried the loot I’d gotten from this floor, and in the other, the Black Magician.

[Why don’t you start studying properly and systematically? Then you can just make it yourself.]

“Huh? Is that really okay?”

[Why wouldn’t it be? It’s not as if you lack talent.]

“No, not that. You’d become unemployed.”

[Un... em... ployed?]

The Black Magician muttered the word over and over, sounding flustered.

[I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?]

“If I can make everything myself, then I won’t need to keep you around. So, do you have somewhere to go?”...