"Don't be nervous," Louis smiled, his gaze sweeping over the notes and jars, "could you introduce your research from this past month? I'd like to hear it from you personally."
Merian took a deep breath, his fingertips trembling slightly on the notebook pages.
He had almost memorized every formula, but when it came to describing them personally in front of the Lord and everyone else, he couldn't help but feel tense.
A few alchemy apprentices pushed a cart into the room, displaying various reagents and small instruments. Inside glass bottles, a faint light shimmered, while sealed samples were placed within metal boxes.
The apprentices were respectfully anxious, their eyes full of anticipation for the master and admiration for Louis.
Merian looked at the row of familiar yet unfamiliar tools, his Adam's apple moving slightly before he softly spoke: "I... will begin."
Louis gave a gentle smile: "Relax, there's no need to be nervous."
