'Mafa Merlin is just like those guys from Sky City… He has completely given up on the path of alchemy. I must crush his confidence in his alchemy and let him know what a true alchemist is. This kind of guy who has been led astray will achieve nothing in the future.
'I'll kindly accept that Molten Rock. Leaving such a good thing in Mafa Merlin's hands is a waste. Only an alchemist focused in potioneering, like me, can be qualified to possess such a precious thing.'
"The winner is Sir Mafa Merlin."
Watby's smile froze as Gurud pronounced his verdict.
"Impossible! This is impossible! Sir Gurud, I believed in you because of your upright personality, I didn't expect you to actually be so partial!"
Gurud bitterly smiled. He still had a strange expression as he pointed at the paper on the crystal table.
"Sir Watby, take a look at it yourself."
