# Records of Cron: "The Immortal Alchemist"

**Quest Group**: 3780230
**Steps**: 3

## Summary

...withholding his true name, the Immortal Alchemist
promised the secrets of immortality to Bartali III.
Bartali III had covered the alchemist's steps in gold,
and brought in priceless alchemy tools of all sorts from distant lands.
The Immortal Alchemist handed him a scroll.
A black tree with branches extended wide, and a black sun hanging over it.
Bartali III received this scroll from the Immortal Alchemist.
...Someone should have cut off his hands at that very moment...

## Walkthrough


### Step 1

- **Dialogue**: A book, covered in dust, has one line that catches your eye.
By Louvrre, a Quiet Witness of Cron's Fall.


### Step 2

- **Objective**: Records of Cron: "The Immortal Alchemist"

- **Summary**: ...withholding his true name, the Immortal Alchemist
promised the secrets of immortality to Bartali III.
Bartali III had covered the alchemist's steps in gold,
and brought in priceless alchemy tools of all sorts from distant lands.
The Immortal Alchemist handed him a scroll.
A black tree with branches extended wide, and a black sun hanging over it.
Bartali III received this scroll from the Immortal Alchemist.
...Someone should have cut off his hands at that very moment...


### Step 3

- **Objective**: Records of Cron: "To My Niece"

- **Summary**: ...Hanna lost her parents at a young age
and was but a girl who swept the floors of the Lunar Halo Inn.
She soon fell in love with a young man who swept in like spring,
bore his child, whom she raised all by herself.
Time passed, and her nation began to kidnap young women,
to where the Immortal Alchemist resided, on top of Cron Castle...
Feeling sorry for raising the child without a father,
Hanna introduced her as her niece. Yet Hanna too was kidnapped.
The day that Hanna was dragged away, a dark sphere of unknown origins
covered the peaks of Cron Castle.
And then, it exploded.
The shores of Balenos were dyed red as if covered in autumn foliage.
Like an endless shower of leaves, red bits of flesh
and bone piled over the waters.
Ah... Oh Hanna, where have you gone, leaving your child behind?
I've no other wish than to see you laid into your final resting place...