KISHEY123: Indeed, when Doppel-Caspond spoke of 'Dragon', Demiurge immediately visualized the white dragons that Ainz faced during the Dwarf Kingdom Arc. Elvil is at a different level.
loolafier: Your 'prediction' is rather well thought out... alas, you forgot that the demon has a hidden asset... the Dragonspear.
Lilium Amans:
1°) You have not understood how the Ring of Kings works. The true Ring of Kings (that of Elric of Menilboné) could only summon creatures that had made pacts with the Emperors of Menilboné. Miriel's version works a little differently; however the fundamental limitation remains, it need a link between Miriel and what she wants to invoke... In plain terms, Miriel cannot invoke everything she thinks... and I'm not even talking about controlling what she invokes.
2°) Prototype Gilgamesh is a character with less development than his FSN counterpart. As a result, it is difficult to explain exactly the difference between the two. I lack details on the capabilities of Prototype Gilgamesh. For example, what are the Noble Phantasms stored in Bab-Ilu?
Author's note: Several people asked me where I got the information about the personality of the characters (especially Demiurge). I simply searched the Internet. I found an interview with Kugane Murayama on YouTube dating from 2018. I also found an interview of him in a Manga magazine (I think it's in Comp Ace, the interview must date from 2014... a little before or a little after, sorry my memory is a little foggy now). There was also an interview with him in 2017 (the interview was mostly about the prize for the best novel he has just received) but I do not remember on which medium (maybe Reddit... but I am not sure). Otherwise, there are two addresses where he answers fans' questions: his Twitter account (https: twitterdotcom/maruyama_kugane)
and this address mypagedotsyosetudotcom/170524
(Replace the 'dot' part with the dot punctuation mark).
Honey Trap
Great Tomb of Nazarick, Sorcerer Kingdom
The Legementon was a room named after a magic book also known as the 'Lesser Key of Salomon'. The 41st Supreme Beings had given this room a hemispherical shape, a sort of arena on three levels with 72 niches representing each of the 72 Lesser Keys. A golem occupied each of these niches... or less so. Because five of these golems had never been made.
At the bottom of the steps leading to the Throneroom, Sebas Tian was waiting with Solution Epsilon and Tuareninya Veyron. As usual, the silver-haired Dragonoid was dressed as a butler, both women had maids' uniforms. Nevertheless, Solution's outfit was much sexier since her skirt stopped at the thighs revealing her... steel leg armors... the slime was after all a Battle Maid, a member of the 'Pleiades Six Stars'.
The Gate of Judgment opened without a sound and the tiny silhouette of another member of the Pleiades, the insectoid Entoma Vasilissa Zeta, appeared between the immense door swings.
She stopped and lifted slightly the bottom of her dress while bowing respectfully to Sebas.
"Ainz-sama will receive you. Please follow me."
The Throneroom was a huge piece, similar to the rising nave of a Gothic cathedral. The columns surrounding the central aisle were decorated with the Creators' banners. A long red carpet led to the throne.
The three guests knelt at the foot of the steps. Together they greeted their host.
"All hail Ainz Ooal Gown, the Supreme One, and the Sorcerer King."
On the Throne of the King, Ainz raised a hand.
"You can look up at me."
In the blue and somewhat sinister light of the candlestick overlooking the end of the immense hall, they saw the throne and his occupant... a skeletal undead dressed in a wizard's robe with horns as epaulets, the chest was uncovered and under his ribcage shone a red and sinister sphere.
"I brought you here so you could explain what happened in Targos. I would like to understand why you have not accomplished the mission I have entrusted to you."
With his chin resting on his hand, Ainz had listened in silence to the report of his agents. He finally nodded.
"In summary, you never managed to approach Miriel. You only saw her once and in the middle of a crowd."
"That's right, Ainz-sama," Sebas replied.
The Overlord turned to Solution, repeating part of the slime maid's report.
"And she spent three days in bed."
The Pleiades bowed and replied as if it were a question.
"The Shadow Demon I sent to spy on her said Miriel has been unconscious all this time. The baroness of Targos was even forced to clean and feed her."
Ainz's eyes illuminated briefly with a red light and then he lowered his head mechanically rubbing his lips... or rather his absence of lips. He seemed anxious.
It must be said that -since his arrival in the New World- Suzuki Satoru had an obsession... to find his friends, the other members of the guild Ainz Ooal Gown. This was also why he adopted the guild's name as his name and one of the reasons why he began the conquest of the world...so that the name 'Ainz Ooal Gown' resounds all over the planet. If his friends were present in the New World, they could hear about Ainz Ooal Gown and find Nazarick.
Ever since Suzuki Satoru was reincarnated as his game avatar, his human emotions have been suppressed due to his undead status. However, even though he caused ruthless military campaigns and remorseless extermination of conquered cities, he sometimes felt deeply aware of individual suffering, especially when it involved people he knew.
This behavior was not uncommon, as all humans, to some extent, react this way due to empathy. Many people believe empathy to be inherently good and necessary, but this is not entirely true. Empathy is the root of many divisive behaviors such as racism, sectarianism, disregard for the poor, or animosity towards the rich. Empathy makes us feel connected, but only with those who resemble us. Unlike sympathy which motivates us to accept people different from us, empathy divides humanity between 'them' and 'us' – them being the 'bad guys', and us, the 'good guys'... of course. Suzuki Satoru felt empathy for the NPCs of Nazarick but not for the residents of Re-Estize, leading him to approve of the coldblooded conquest methods of his subordinates. He also felt guilty for putting Miriel, a fellow Player, in danger and forcing her to constantly flee his agents. He even realized that Miriel had exhausted herself to the point of endangering her life by looking for ways to counter Demiurge's machinations.
Ainz didn't want to endanger Miriel, but he felt frustrated and annoyed at her repeated escapes. Nevertheless, he was unaware of another reason which urged him to bring Miriel to Nazarick. Intellectually, he was aware of being in another world, a real world, populated with living being. Nevertheless, the change had been too drastic for him to have had time to alter his habits and intellectual reflexes. Suzuki Satoru continued to behave as if playing a video game. He acted as if the inhabitants of the cities he conquered were 'NPC' and the soldiers of the armies he massacred were 'Monsters'. His military campaigns and machinations were 'quests'. When he saw the treasures of a kingdom, he thought of them as 'spoils'. When he saw powerful individuals, clearly above the mass of the inhabitants of the New World (like Miriel or Riku Aganeia), he saw them as 'rivals Players'. In the same competitive spirit that led the guild Ainz Ooal Gown to desire the top spot in the Yggdrasil ranking, the Sorcerer King aimed to conquer the New World. To achieve this, he needed to recruit the other players and the most powerful inhabitants, whether they liked it or not... or eliminate them.
Tuare's anxious voice suddenly rang out, bringing Ainz back to the present. The young woman lowered her head not daring to look at His Majesty the Sorcerer King.
"Ainz-sama, I had the opportunity to speak with the baroness's servants... about Miriel-sama."
She stopped, afraid to continue.
Ainz made a soothing gesture of the hand.
"You can talk, Tuare. I'm interested in what you said. I brought you here to listen to what you want to say. Don't be shy... never forget that you are under my protection, the protection of Ainz Ooal Gown. You are a resident of Nazarick, the first human in the New World to join our ranks. But humans from the New World or NPC created by my friends, make no difference to me. My goal, my only goal, is to make you happy."
Tuareninya Veyron blushed slightly... as did Solution. Near the door, Entoma did not blush. The insectoid could not blush because her face was only a mask, but she jumped. In one of the side spans of the throneroom, Shalltear Bloodfallen listened to the conversation surrounded by her Vampire Maidens and she put her hands on her cheeks, eyes replaced by pink hearts... "Ainz-sama!" she said, like a lovestruck schoolgirl.
Only one of the Supreme Beings had remained with them, all the others had abandoned their creations. More than any other, the Sorcerer King deserved their loyalty... and their love, for he always thought of them.
Unaware of the reaction of those present, the Overlord watched Tuare, waiting for her to express herself.
"The servants told me that Miriel-sama had fallen ill because of her exhaustion. They told me that she kept traveling on her flying carpet to pick up wounded on the battlefield or to help people who were fighting. She also had a kind of magical power..." Tuare hesitated briefly, her hands nervously crumpling the apron of her maid outfit. "I'm just repeating what the servants told me, Ainz-sama. I don't know what's true. But... the people of Targos made pottery and Miriel-sama turned them into weapons, armor, and food. This is how the city would have been stocked during the siege."
Ainz turned to Sebas, looking at him questioningly. The Iron Butler nodded.
"Ainz-sama, I confirm the testimony of Tuare. I also intended to tell you about the weapons offered by Miriel to the inhabitants of Targos. There were inscriptions engraved on the metal... The inhabitants of the city were unable to read them. This writing was not in a language they knew. Nor was it a language of Yggdrasil."
The Overlord rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Magic that turned manufactured items into armor, weapons, and food? He had never heard of anything like that in Yggdrasil. And then, if these objects were created by a Tier-Magic spell... they should be ephemeral. It was... weird.
About to speak again, the Supreme Being put a finger on his head and concentrated on listening to a voice audible only to him.
"Moshe-moshe? (Hello?) Cocytus? Yes... Yes... okay... I'll come right away."
Understanding that Cocytus had just used 'Message' to speak to the Sorcerer King, his guests remained silent. At the end of the brief conversation, Ainz got up.
"I apologize, but unfortunately I have no more time for you. I will reflect on what you have explained to me. Until I make a decision, stay in Nazarick."
The Overlord raised his hand and the ring of Ainz Ooal Gown began to shine on his finger. A moment later, he had disappeared, having teleported into another part of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Sebas got up.
"All right, in that case, Solution make yourself available to Aureole Omega."
"Yes, Sebas-sama."
"Tuare go see what tasks Pestonya can give you."
She nodded.
"I hope to be assigned to the kitchen and learn new recipes. And you, what will you do?"
The Dragonoid thought for a moment.
"I'm going to go see Climb... I haven't yet had the opportunity to offer him my condolences for what happened in Re-Estize."
And then it was time for him to resume training the young man.
The Troll Kingdom invasion was going pretty well. Cocytus had destroyed several Troll villages in the last six days, wiping out hundreds of these monsters. However, he also lost 50,000 Skeletons and Zombies in the clashes.
Aura multiplied the reconnaissance efforts behind the front line and spotted several bands of trolls converging towards a camp where hundreds of monsters were already gathered. The Shadow Demons who were spying on the groups that had already gathered confirmed that the Troll King was creating an army to counter-attack. Cocytus requested reinforcements. Thanks to 'Summon Undead', Ainz transformed the Trolls killed by the Floor Guardian into undead. As the Ruler of Frozen River took the precaution of freezing all the bodies, the created Zombies were in excellent condition. Moreover, Ainz shuttled several times between Nazarick and the Troll Kingdom to bring Zombies, Skeletons, and Death Knights thanks to the 'Gate' spell.
Nevertheless, after his fifteenth trip, a 'Message' from Shalltear brought him back to Nazarick.
The Round Table Room was characterized by a gigantic table carved of gleaming white (1) stone that sat in the center of the room surrounded by forty-one luxurious chairs positioned in a circular pattern. The Ainz Ooal Gown's guild insignia was embedded in the middle of the table.
When the Sorcerer King teleported into the room, the people sitting around the table stood up to greet him respectfully. First, there was Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix. The seat he had chosen was framed by two of his bodyguards in black armor. A civilian and two armored generals were seated in the adjacent seats. Shalltear Bloodfallen was also present, but the vampire was sitting on the other side of the table. Solution and Sebas distributed drinks and pastries.
The young blond emperor bowed slightly and smiled charmingly. No one outside of his inner circle knew that he was very uncomfortable because he hid his emotions very well.
"My liege, I came as you asked. Allow me to introduce General Bellisarius." With his hand, he pointed to a blond middle-aged man dressed in a very ornate version of the Bahamuth's knight armor. He subsequently pointed to the second general, who turned out to be a woman with very short-cut hair and bistre skin. She was dressed in golden armor. "As for this person, this is General Narses, the new Palace Guard's commander. I think you recognized Loune Vermillion, my scribe and adviser."
Ainz turned to the young man.
"Of course, I remember him. He lived here for a few weeks at the beginning of our alliance."
The scribe bowed slightly.
"Nice to see you again, Ainz-sama."
"So am I. All right, let's sit down. I apologize if I get right into it, but this is an informal discussion and unfortunately, I don't have much time for you."
"Please, Lord Ainz, I too prefer simple things," replied the Bloody Emperor.
The Overlord nodded.
"Jircniv, I have a mission to entrust to you, I already told you about it during our previous meeting."
"I have not forgotten, Lord Ainz. You want me to intervene in the war between the Holy Kingdom and the Demonic Emperor."
"Exactly. I already support the Holy Kingdom by sending humanitarian aid. Nevertheless, I am increasingly concerned. You probably don't know it yet, but yesterday the army of the northern barons was wiped out and Archduke Demondidier was killed. I fear the Demonic Emperor will soon conquer Roble..."
General Belisarius leaned forward.
"Excuse me, Sorcerer King, if you're so worried, why didn't you intervene yourself? And why do you want to send us in your place? You have a far more powerful army than ours."
Ainz nodded his head.
"There are two reasons for this. First, I am already at war with the Troll Kingdom. Then... the Holy Kingdom showed a lot of reluctance towards me despite my selfless help. According to Demiurge, the leaders of Roble would be suspicious of me since I conquered Re-Estize... it's obviously absurd. I went to war against King Ramposa III only because he had looted the convoys of food for the Holy Kingdom. I acted to protect the Holy Kingdom, not to harm them."
"I see," said Narses, "I hope you will forgive my curiosity, Your Majesty, but why are you so determined to help a country that does not love you?"
Gown crossed his hands under his chin, assuming a focused and serious posture - the demeanor of a responsible ruler who carefully weighed the facts and made informed decisions. However, deep down, he only felt childish triumph at having anticipated the question and crafted a convincing lie...
"Jadalbaoth is one of my old enemies. I want to extend my protection to all of the New World to prevent beings like him from harming humanity. Have you ever heard of Honyopenyoko, the vampire that Momon the Dark Hero faced and defeated? She was another of my old enemies. Believe me, my only desire is to protect humanity from the threat posed by such monsters."
There was a moment of silence, each person reflecting on the implications of what Gown had just said. Jircniv was not born yesterday. He knew that His Majesty, the Sorcerer King, was an inveterate liar and a first-rate manipulator. Ainz Ooal Gown's intellect surpassed his own so greatly, and his schemes were so fiendish that Jircniv couldn't even begin to comprehend them.
Nevertheless, he couldn't fathom why Gown would lie about Jadalbaoth being his enemy. Furthermore, he truly helped the Roble Holy Kingdom in its battle against the Archdemon.
"What do you want us to do, Lord Ainz?" ended up asking the Bloody Emperor, always suspicious but well aware of not being able to oppose his lieges desires.
"I want you to assemble a human army in your capital. No undead... the people of the Roble Holy Kingdom will never trust you if you enter their lands at the head of an undead army."
The Bloody Emperor was startled. He remembered only one thing from what Gown had just said...
"If I enter their lands at the head of an army? Do you want me to accompany them? Excuse me, Lord Ainz, but I am not a military man and the administration of my country keeps me busy full-time. I cannot leave Baharuth like this! Do you have any idea of all the troubles that my absence could trigger?"
The Sorcerer King made a soothing gesture.
"Your participation is mandatory. But let me first explain how I will arrange the transfer of your troops to the Holy Kingdom."
The Overlord's hand disappeared into his Inventory and emerged with a map of the New World that he unrolled on the table. The participants of this strategic conference rose to gather around Ainz and follow his explanations. The undead put a finger on the Baharuth Empire.
"You gather your troops in Arwintar. As soon as you are ready to leave, contact me. I'll come with Shalltear and we'll use the 'Gate' spell to teleport you there...
His finger landed on E-Lobell a port of the Fresh Water Sea, formerly in the west of Re-Estize Kingdom, now annexed by the Sorcerer Kingdom.
"... where ships will wait for you and take you to Roble. In all, the journey will last four days."
Jircniv remained thoughtful for a few moments while his foot shod with a sandal nervously tapped the ground.
"All right," he ends up saying. "I trust you. But now, could you answer my question? Why do you want me to accompany my army?"
"Officially, to negotiate an alliance with the Holy Kingdom."
Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix smiled mockingly.
"Okay... and off the record?"
"Have you ever heard of a Player named Miriel?"
The Emperor of Baharuth seemed surprised by what appeared to be a jump from one topic to another.
"You mean the magic genius? She is said to be 16 years old and capable of summoning major demons, feeding entire cities, and spawning shipments of weapons. But I think her exploits have grown as the distance, miles have this effect on rumors."
"This Player managed to counter Jadalbaoth's plans several times."
Jircniv turned to Baziwood and then to Loune.
"Some of my advisors want me to offer her the position of Minister of Magic." Looking at Gown with a smile, he joked, "Well, when they don't try to convince me to marry her."
But instead of laughing, the Overlord shook his head.
"That's exactly what I was going to suggest you do."
All the Baharuth Empire's citizens looked at Ainz with stupor expressions on their faces... the most shocked was Jircniv.
"You... You're kidding, Lord Ainz?
"No, I'm very serious. Seduce Miriel. Ask her to marry you. Offer her anything she asks, whether it's the Minister of Magic, funds for her magical research, or providing her with the rarest reagents and components for her experiments... If you don't have what she wants, I'll get it for you. But you must make keep her in Arwintar."
Briefly, Jircniv could not hide his uneasiness. But he was used to court games since childhood and he recovered very quickly.
"I don't even know what she looks like, and maybe even her extraordinary abilities are just rumors."
Ainz dipped one hand into his inventory and placed a charcoal drawing on the table. It was the portrait of Miriel that Demiurge had drawn after their first meeting.
"For once, the rumors are not even exaggerated. Miriel is as pretty as she is talented... the people of Roble consider her their heroine, they praise her kindness, intelligence, and humility." The Overlord laughed softly. "Sincerely, I do not understand your hesitation. To marry her is not a fate worse than death."
Almost despite himself, Jircniv smiled while looking at the drawing.
"I agree. But... I just want to understand your reasons. "Certainly, I'd be flattered if you said you're worried about my long-term celibacy, but I doubt that's it."
"You believe there are hidden reasons behind my actions? You are right. I will tell you the truth. If Miriel stays in Roble, she will die there..."
... I would have to kill her, added Ainz mentally.
"I just want you to take her to safety and keep her safe."
"But why do I have to marry her if all you want is to make her leave the Holy Kingdom?"
"Because Miriel refuses to leave. Demiurge considers you our best chance to convince her in a... peaceful way."
Jircniv was always incredulous.
"By a wedding?"
Ainz spread his arms in an appeasing gesture.
"It's not my idea. Demiurge studied Miriel's character at length. He thinks she's a romantic young woman, and you're a handsome, attractive young man – a powerful emperor. In short, a very good match in the eyes of any woman."
Jircniv was furious. Now he became the stud of the horse farm... with Miriel as the broodmare. But... kings and emperors never married for love, they married a policy, a covenant, or a peace. He always knew it would happen one day. He found comfort in knowing that this political act would benefit the Baharuth Empire. He had not imagined that he would be deprived even of this tiny bit of comfort, forced to marry to meet Gown's whim. Why? What sin did he commit against heaven and earth to warrant that?
The Bloody Emperor replied without enthusiasm.
"I'll do what I can."
He looked again at Miriel's drawing, which he was still holding in his hand. At least the girl was pretty, otherwise the task would have been utterly repulsive...
Daggerford, Roble Holy Kingdom, the same day.
In a vast cellar under the castle, the wizards of the kingdom worked on a pentacle that would feed the Orb of Usha for several hours, at least that was their goal. Most of the mages were older men with long white beards, who worked surrounded by younger disciples. However, the largest table was occupied by a lone young woman with long black hair, satin-like, pointy ears, and freckles on her cheeks. A young half-elf was for now unaware that the matter of her marriage had become a major issue for two New World states.
Sitting under a mesh vent, she drew circles with a compass in a larger circle, inscribing inside sentences and symbols copied from two books opened in front of her. The young wizard was attempting to create a merged pentacle combining the properties of the two magic circles. However, with a cry of barely contained rage, she crumpled the sheet of paper and threw it to the ground where it joined a dozen other balls of paper. Her work table was covered with various instruments, luminous crystals, inkwells filled with red, blue, black, or green ink, and especially stacks of erased papers and hundreds of unfinished pentacles.
As Miriel vigorously rubbed her scalp, the other wizards turned to her with concern. For five days, they had made no progress. They could open the Portal for a few minutes, but each time, the Summoner lost control of the energy they directed at her, and the Portal collapsed.
This was not surprising, she had to handle a gigantic energy, and it was a superhuman feat. The Orb of Usha was simply not designed to be used by a human being.
The Half-Elf got up and began to walk along. It was funny to see that the rhythm of her walk reflected her thoughts. The Summoner walked slowly as she remembered the contents of the books in her Inventory, faster when she had a promising idea. Suddenly, Miriel stopped, lifted a finger, or looked up at the ceiling, her forehead folded. She had found a way to... oh yes but how... No, this circle conflicted with this other magic circle... it was necessary... but she did not know a circle capable of doing both... no, it would not work! And she resumed her march on a furious rhythm, shaking her head, her face darkened by a growing frustration.
After half an hour roaming the laboratory, Miriel stopped suddenly as struck by an idea. She mechanically massaged her neck while looking at a wall without seeing it.
"I would never be able to control so much magical energy... it's impossible. I have to... I have to..." her forehead creased. "... to automate the ritual?"
Two of the wizards approached, they knew that Miriel was talking to herself but they could not help but intervene.
"Is it possible?"
She nodded and plunged her hand into a tear in the air. Taking from her Inventory a thick book reinforced with fittings, Miriel began to turn the pages until arriving at an illustration representing an alchemy laboratory. An old man with a long white beard was kneeling, arms outstretched, in a posture of worship. In front of him was a sealed glass retort filled with a luminous liquid. She patted the illustration by showing the book to those present.
"We need a Philosopher's Stone!"
The Wizards jumped and started talking all at once.
"But it is impossible."
"Where to find a philosopher's stone?"
"I don't think all the gold in the kingdom would be enough to buy this kind of magical instrument... even if an alchemist was willing to sell it."
Miriel nodded.
"That's why we have to create it!"
This time the wizards were almost hysterical.
"You talk about it as if it were easy! It's the result of a lifetime of work and still..."
"At a minimum, the contents of the Athanor must heat up for two seasons... We don't have as much time!"
"Miriel, it is only in legends that alchemists make Philosopher's Stones; no one has ever succeeded in reality."
The Summoner smiled and turned a few pages, showing a long text in Japanese (the language of the gods!), divided into paragraphs by drawings including a representation of the Emerald Table with inscriptions in ancient Greek, diagrams representing the instruments used by the alchemist, and even symbols more abscond: peacock, scale, radiant sun, androgyne, etc...
"It's doable! The recipe itself is not very complicated. The whole difficulty is the 'Materia Prima'."
The Wizards were surprised by these unknown terms. The 'translation software' that made everyone understand each other in the New World had not translated these Latin words... because Miriel had only spoken out loud terms of a foreign language that she did not speak.
"It is the raw material from which the Philosopher's Stone is made."
"And what is the Philosopher's Stone made of?"
"Of three elements to be mixed in liquid form: the first is dissolved gold, the second is dissolved silver. They are not difficult to make, just dip the gold and silver in Aqua Regalia (3), and then separate the liquid obtained from the acid by a purification spell."
She pointed to a line of text.
"The problem is the third element: The Dew of the Philosophers!"
"What is it?"
"The Dew of the Philosophers is a divine sign given to the alchemist, for the true creator of the Philosopher's Stone is God himself! The Dew of the Philosophers is God-blessed dew that falls from the sky at dawn, covering the flowers and herbs with slightly luminous droplets."
"But... but then it is an impossible quest!"
Miriel smiled and turned a few pages back to the illustration she had shown first. She put her finger under the angels flying over the sealed retort filled with the luminous liquid, the Materia Prima. Their presence symbolized the divine blessing granted to the alchemist.
"There is no need to disturb God with our problems. Two people in this castle can invoke angels. I am sure that Her Majesty Queen Bessarez would like to call an angel and convince him to bless the ordinary dew... This substitute will be more than enough to fulfill its designated role."
Author's note: I had a lot of fun with this honey trap. Usually, this kind of trap is a soap opera witch languidly lying on a sofa, barely dressed and legs largely uncovered, tasked with seducing the hero... but I warned you two chapters ago, I tap into Shojou manga energy. The honey trap is a Bishounen (pretty boy)... poor Jircniv!
Note that the Great Work (The Making of the Philosopher's Stone) is based on authentic books of alchemy, in particular: Chrysopoeia (by Augurelli), Mirror of Alchemy (By Roger Bacon), The Tabula Smargdina (attributed to Apollonius of Thyana, himself said that the author was Hermes Trimegistus... that is, the Egyptian god Thoth), Fountain of alchemical philosophy (by Philaetre), Rosier des philosophes (Arnaud de Villeneuve), Book of the Holy-Trinity (Anonymous)
(1) Black in the web novel.
(2) Mare killed her predecessor just before her first encounter with Jircniv.
(3) It is a mixture of hydrochloric acid and nitric acid concentrated in a ratio of two to four.