Chapter 42: Insolent

"No, we both are." Lucien concludes. "You left your equations and chemical formulas on your desk. Equations about reactions of some chemical mixture not found in the modern world. And as far as I've observed, the people of Haven City lived in traditional ways. That leaves only two choices left that could explain why you have them. Either you came from the modern world and loved to experiment on bizarre, unrecognized things, or you are an Alchemist just like how the book describes you to be."

Old Fe sweat profusely. Was there such information about Alchemists left in the library? Old Fe does not have time to ponder as Lucien continued.

"Alchemists love to experiment with light magic properties. They never get tired of looking for ways to create a weapon for ordinary people to fight and defend themselves from the demons. Am I right?"