The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

[Next candidate, Lisiter Muen, please enter alchemy examination room number seventeen.]

The Blood Servant's claws scraped against the wooden door, and layers of wood shavings fell off along with the glorious flickering candlelight inside the dining room.

Lisiter Muen was dressed in a snow-white tailcoat, a tall top hat, and a double-breasted shirt beneath, his demeanor as lofty and elegant as that of a true nobleman. The cold moonlight outside the window was cut into scattered beams by the stained glass and glimmered on his serene profile.

He looked like a deep and elegant young noble.

Before he made his appearance, he too used Gender Transformation Magic.

The citizens of Farol, upon seeing Lisiter in this guise, had their last shred of hope for the Alchemical Church rekindled. The young man appeared so refined; surely he couldn't engage in the vulgar antics that Arthur did.

It couldn't possibly be that the entire Alchemical Church was filled with perverts, right?

With the sincerest of hopes in their hearts, the citizens thought the previous two candidates had been too preposterous.

What was supposed to be Alchemy didn't even involve the use of flames.

Especially that long-haired blondie, does his fiery temper really count as Sun Flame!

And the other boy was even worse, not only was there no fire, but he went straight to freezing…

Lisiter did not disappoint their expectations. After going through the Alchemic Circuit Atlas, he pondered for a moment, pushed up his glasses with an elegant smile, placed his hands on the alchemy platform, and recited a Magic Spell as flames blazed forth.

Fire had been produced!

And not the kind of 'fire' from a fit of anger!

It was the flame in the traditional sense.

The Alchemical Priests monitoring the exam were close to tears.

Having supervised so many years of exams, this was the first time they felt so relieved to see an Alchemist produce flames. Truly, flames were the symbol of civilization.

If they let this disaster from the frontier continue, people would start to believe that Alchemists didn't need fire for Alchemy.

Seeing Lisiter finally produce flames, many of the Priests felt this candidate was a sure bet. This young man must be the obedient type, surely following the path of proper Alchemy without resorting to any underhanded methods.

He was undoubtedly the embodiment of traditional Nobility.

In the Nobility District, the voice of Marquis Norman of the Moon Family rang out from behind Archduke Annand and Count Karlo,

"Heh."

"Gentlemen, perhaps you'd like to observe my offspring's performance."

"This is what traditional nobility is all about."

Marquis Norman gently laughed, the Marquis under the crown being well-respected in the Imperial Capital's social circles and a prominent figure. He had only just arrived in the Imperial Capital when two noblewomen approached him with flowers, yearning to rekindle old flames; four men came with swords seeking to settle scores, and a little girl tugged on his trouser leg, crying and shouting, "Daddy, I finally found you!"

"Offspring?" Dari scratched his head, being a man of culture, he was instead confused by Norman's pronunciation, "Isn't there a mistake in the term? Shouldn't your son be called 'monkey'?"

"Why...?" Norman's smile stiffened, thinking that Archduke Annand was deliberately provoking the honor of the Moon Family.

"Because you are Marquis Norman," Dari was somewhat puzzled, finding it hard to communicate with those illiterate, he turned to Karlo and asked, "Isn't that right, Count Karlo?"

Norman's smile relaxed; Archduke Annand wasn't provoking him deliberately... he was simply unsophisticated.

Karlo shrugged nonchalantly, indicating he had no objections.

Far from looking down on Annand, he thought that being uneducated was a basic quality that should be possessed by Nobility. He had suffered due to being too cultured himself.

"In any case, gentlemen," Marquis Norman smiled elegantly, "Respecting tradition is the foundation of a family's establishment. Children of the Moon Family will never engage in acts that stray from our traditions, never breaking taboos. Alchemy should be done with fire."

He admired the fiery blaze on Lisiter's hands and wore a proud smile, "That's the spirit of a noble family for you!"

Looking at the earnest Lisiter, the examiners in the room also felt at ease,

This young gentleman neither froze the Holy Water nor gulped it down greedily; he honestly used flames in the process. It seems this examination will have no surprises after all.

[Twenty-eight minutes remaining until the seal is broken.]

"Please witness my traditional Alchemy,"

"See what true nobility is like!"

With an elegant smile lingering at the corner of his mouth, Lisiter was about to show the world the Alchemy he prided himself on. Traditional Alchemy should be done with traditional flame!
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Holy Water cannot be contained by non-living things,

hence it's difficult to infuse into weapons.

Only by entering the Blood Servant's body in large amounts can its Undying nature be disrupted.

It must enter the body of the Blood Servant... but to guard against sneaky Holy Water attacks, they don't normally open their mouths.

After summarizing these challenges, Lisiter fell into a long, contemplative silence, with countless thoughts colliding in his mind. When he lost himself in this maze of thought, the ancestral spirit of the Moon Family, stretching for a thousand years, began to awaken within Lisiter.

He had an epiphany.

Lisiter saw the light; he shouldn't take shortcuts. The skills inherited from his ancestors, honed over thousands of years, naturally should be the best path. Alchemy should be done with fire, and one should follow the traditional path faithfully.

The Moon Family had always been known for their outstanding Water Magic. Lisiter's understanding of Holy Water had also reached its peak!

His eyes grew more resolute, the flame surged even stronger towards the Holy Grail Bottle containing five liters of Holy Water. The Alchemical Priests witnessing this became hopeful as this traditional starting move indicated that the child was about to refine the properties of the Holy Water so it could merge into weapons.