Two Days of Being Spoiled by the Flamels
For the next two days, Keith practically became the grandson Perenelle Flamel never had.
She doted on him endlessly:
fixing his hair, pinching his cheeks, making him drink warm herbal tea every hour, dragging him around the house to show him "cute furniture," and feeding him sweets every time he sat down.
Keith didn't mind.
It was… warm. Peaceful.
Something he rarely had even in the Runcandel mansion.
And Keith repaid that love the best way he could:
By cooking.
Using his talent
Gourmet Deity of Creation,
Keith created dishes that shimmered with subtle vitality-enhancing magic.
The moment Perenelle tasted his food—
"NICOLAS! We are keeping him!"
Nicolas, eating a glowing vitality soup, coughed.
"P-Perenelle, we cannot kidnap the boy!"
"He is not kidnapped! He is adopted!"
Keith laughed softly while stirring his pot.
He didn't mind being spoiled.
The Flamels ate every dish with absolute delight:
Vitality-boosting consommé Aura-strengthening fruit tart Magic-enhancing butter pastries Restorative herbal broth Special rejuvenation chocolate
Perenelle practically sparkled.
"Keith, dear, why has no one married you yet?"
Keith: "I am eleven."
Perenelle: "Irrelevant!"
Nicolas dropped his spoon.
Keith in the Alchemy Lab
After meals, Nicolas took Keith down to his ancient alchemical laboratory.
Shelves filled with centuries-old tomes, vials, manuscripts, enchanted tools, and portraits watching from the walls.
Keith's COSMIC ALCHEMY SOVEREIGN lit up instantly.
He absorbed entire books in minutes.
Sometimes he asked Nicolas questions so advanced that the old alchemist stared like he'd been hit by a bludger.
Other times, they argued.
Yes—argued.
Like old rivals.
"No, Keith, ether compression cannot exceed 73%! Unless you want the flask to explode!"
"But if you apply a stabilizing double-ring formation and anchor the ether to a cosmic constant, you can reach 81%."
"That's IMPOSSIBLE!"
Keith demonstrated.
The flask glowed softly—stable.
Nicolas stared.
"This boy… is Lucien reincarnated."
Perenelle, from upstairs:
"Nicolas! If you break the lab again I will break YOU!"
Keith: "Should we move to the safer table?"
Nicolas: "Yes, yes, safer table…"
But he was smiling the whole time.
Trip to the French Ministry of Magic
On the third day, Nicolas said:
"Keith, there is someone you should meet."
He took Keith to the French Ministry of Magic, a grand structure carved with elegant runic designs and flowing magic streams.
The moment Keith entered, officials stared at him.
Some whispered:
"Is that the boy the Flamels brought?"
"He looks like a young noble."
"He has presence… like an Archmage."
Keith ignored them and walked calmly with Nicolas.
They stopped in a large hall filled with portraits of former Ministers of Magic.
Nicolas pointed to one.
A tall, handsome man with silver hair and sharp eyes.
A man with the same aura… and the same presence… as Keith.
Lucien Runcandel
—Former French Minister of Magic
—Runcandel-born prodigy
—Alchemy rival and friend to Nicolas Flamel
Keith stepped closer.
The portrait turned its head and smiled faintly.
"Ah… a descendant of mine? No… something more."
Keith bowed slightly.
Nicolas watched with pride and nostalgia.
Lucien's portrait continued,
"You carry the blood of our House… and a power far beyond what I held. If you are learning alchemy from Nicolas—then he has chosen well."
Perenelle's voice echoed suddenly as she entered:
"Indeed he has! And we are adopting the child!"
Keith: "I am still eleven."
Lucien (in the portrait):
"Child or not, you are welcome in our legacy."
Keith smiled quietly.