A life without high speed calculation was one that Sion had yet to get used to. The ability to accelerate her though processes was a staple of alchemist magecraft. Without it, Sion was unfit to carry the classification of alchemist, let alone the title of Atlasia.
Sion walked, deep in thought at this conundrum. There had to be a way to train herself back to the level she was before arriving. She had done so to climb her way up the Academyâs ranks, so doing it again would be nothing for her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hand on her shoulder, holding her back. Sion turned, ready to fight should it be necessary. However, it was nothing but another citizen, asking for the time. So be it.
Sion looked up at the sky. Calculating the angle of the sun in the sky relative to their position and using such answers, along with context clues in the city proper, to estimate the time was no easy feat. For a genius like Sion, the full calculation took about a minute and a half, way more than it should. The lack of Though Acceleration was making itself known. She huffed before answering.
ăAccording to my calculations, it could be anywhere from five to seven P.M., should this land work on the same laws as Earth. Unfortunately, without proper coordinates, I can only answer with an estimate. I do hope that answer was satisfactory.ă
âWhat are you, a GPS or something?â
  With a snide remark he checks his watch.
  Normally, an estimate wouldnât help him at all. He needed a specific timeâ but another problem quickly arose that he couldnât help but notice. She said, what, five to seven?
  His watch said 1 in the morning.
  ⊠Either he lost way too much time, or this city, wherever it was, simply ran at another time. That still didnât explain anything else, though. But, at the very least, he could now totally rule out a close encounter with another kind.
âOkay⊠great⊠great. ⊠Thoughâ you said it âshouldâ work on the same laws as Earth. Is that supposed to mean that this isnât Earth?â
