You Were Wrong

“So I know that as long as parents love their children, no matter how much love there is, the child is happy.”

Hearing her sincere and somewhat contented words.

Black sighed inwardly.

‘Kristine, whether a parent truly loves you shouldn’t be judged by comparing them to the children in an orphanage…’

He knew very well that, aside from her father, Professor Alvin.

Kristine’s mother, Alvin’s wife, her “love” for her daughter was far from as pure as she imagined.

This couple’s love for Kristine was both complex and hypocritical.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

This period was a rare, peaceful time for Black.

But it wasn’t time wasted either.

Because he had some unexpected gains.

[Player has turned a page of an alchemy book.]
[Alchemist Class Unlock Progress: 1/100]

The system notification that appeared before his eyes left Black quite speechless.

‘Seriously? It’s that simple?’

He had simply intended to flip through some books on alchemy.

To recall some information about the Alchemist class.

And then this thing popped up.

This unlocking condition was far more generous than he had imagined.

Couldn’t that damn Sorcerer class learn a thing or two from this?

And so, Black flipped, and flipped, and flipped!

Just as he was about to wear out the book, he successfully unlocked the Alchemist class.

[Alchemist Class Unlock Progress: 100/100]
[Unlock progress is full. Alchemist class is now officially unlocked.]

Along with it, the oracle and the recipes for many potions and items were also unlocked.

There were almost no combat-related skills.

From this perspective, the individual combat ability of an Alchemist was truly pathetic.

However, you could say an Alchemist was weak, but you couldn’t say an Alchemist was poor.

The profits from these potions and items on the market were very substantial.

The demand was also high, so there was no worry about being unable to sell them.

While other classes were toiling away on commissions to earn gold coins.

Alchemists were already living a comfortable life.

For the more outstanding ones, achieving financial freedom was not difficult.

They might even be recruited into the Imperial Alchemy Department, not only securing a stable position but also dreaming of promotions and titles.

In the game “Dragon’s Temptation,” there was also a trading system.

Many players chose to be Alchemists at the beginning, then grinded like crazy, collecting a ton of materials.

Then they would cash out through the trading system.

It was a way to earn money through the game.

“Alchemist Mid-Tier Oracle, Dual Element Attunement, increases the success rate of alchemy by 20%.”

Black nodded in satisfaction.

With this oracle, the difficulty of brewing Ivoran Holy Water would be much lower.

Everything was ready; all he had to do was wait for his injuries to fully heal.

As for his injuries, under Kristine’s meticulous care.

Black’s wounds were healing quickly.

He could even start his rehabilitation training.

On a sunny afternoon.

Black took off his shirt, revealing his well-built upper body.

He performed simple stretches and strength recovery exercises.

Sweat trickled down the lines of his firm muscles, glinting in the sunlight.

Kristine sat at the side, originally prepared to cast a healing spell at any moment to prevent accidents.

But her gaze was unconsciously drawn to him.

Looking at his tall and straight figure, her cheeks gradually flushed, and her heart skipped a few beats for no reason.

Kristine hurriedly looked away.

She pretended to organize the medicinal herbs at hand, a ripple she herself didn’t understand stirring in her heart.

A bold thought arose.

‘If… if it were possible, I’d really like to stay here every day.’

This thought startled even herself.

But Kristine knew one thing very well.

Outside, she had to be the Saintess, always maintaining a perfect and flawless image.

Only in this small wooden cabin.

By Black’s side, could she temporarily lay down all her burdens.

There was no need to maintain a perfect image. She could be clumsy, and she could also show her fatigue and vulnerability.

Here, was the only place she could secretly catch her breath.

This period of recuperation was a rare and tranquil time for both of them.

In this day-to-day close proximity, the relationship between him and Kristine quietly changed.

There was less of the usual courtesy and more of a natural, unspoken understanding.

Perhaps because of this, Kristine gradually opened her heart to Black.

After one of the medicine changes, she sat by the window, looked outside, and spoke with a low voice.

“Black… I sometimes think, about what happened before… although no one died in the end.”

“There were still many new students who were seriously injured because of my hesitation. I… I feel like I made a mistake.”

She sighed softly.

“Everyone around me comforts me, saying it wasn’t my fault, that I did my best.”

“Father, Mother, all the lords of the Church… they all say that.”

She turned her head to look at Black, her eyes filled with confusion.

“But, Black, you know I’m not some silly girl who doesn’t understand anything.”

“I know very well that a mistake is a mistake, no matter how many reasons there are, no matter how others comfort me. The pain of those injured students is real.”

Hearing this, Black nodded faintly.

“As the perfect Saintess, you were indeed wrong.”

Hearing Black’s undisguised words, Kristine smiled bitterly.

She had chosen to confide in Black about this because she knew.

Black wouldn’t just blindly comfort her like everyone else.

He would listen, and he would also give his most honest opinion.

However, what Black said next left her stunned for a long time.

“But as Kristine, you did nothing wrong.”

“The ones who are wrong are those who arbitrarily placed their expectations on you.”

“They had their own expectations, and they were the ones who were let down. From beginning to end, they were the ones who were wrong.”

…

Three days later, Black’s injuries had mostly healed.

Walking freely was not a problem.

Kristine had wanted to wait until he was fully recovered before leaving.

But Black finally persuaded her to leave with the reason that “the Church and the academy need you.”

He felt that if this girl stayed any longer, she would be discovered sooner or later.

At that point, wouldn’t her fans come to kill him in his little cabin?

After seeing off the reluctant Kristine, Black looked at the empty room and was lost in a daze for a moment.

The young woman’s clear and pleasant laughter still seemed to echo in his ears.

In a trance, he felt that preventing Kristine from degenerating into a Dragon-Corrupted was perhaps the most correct choice he had ever made.

It was about time.

Looking at the deep night outside the window, Black decided to set off for the academy tomorrow.

To meet that headmaster, and to get the formula for Ivoran Holy Water.

Just as he was standing by the window of the small wooden cabin, lost in thought.

Suddenly, with a “swoosh.”

A sharp arrow came flying through the air!

But its target was not his body. With a “thud.”

It was deeply embedded in the window frame, the fletching still trembling.

Black was startled. He found a piece of paper tied to it.

He took it down and unfolded it. On it, written in striking red ink, was a single word:

Die.