The group left with Lyon walking in the front with Mavis on the side. Their figures immediately made the heads of the onlookers turn unintentionally. The two young men had been the talk of the town as every alchemist knew their names more than they knew the headmaster's name.
"You know, their gazes are kinda uncomfortable," muttered Mavis with a wry smile as he kept nodding at the passerby. "How can you cope with this so easily, brother Lyon?"
"Just don't try yourself too hard in the name of keeping your image," said Lyon with the usual lazy tone. Unlike the proper Mavis—Lyon was walking with his hands behind his head as if no trouble in the world could stiffen his shoulder. His eyes didn't even seem to look at the front of the road that he walked on. The nonchalant attitude might come out as rude, but who would dare to mess with the mane that caused no percussion after destroying the First Hall of the Alchemy Union.
