"I see it now. My title is just a burden that slows me down," Prome said. "We shall regard each other equally from today and on. Just call me Prome."
"Um, I don't think that's okay. I do respect you, Master."
"Your talent is already beyond me. Looking at your current level of knowledge, it won't take long for you to surpass me once you begin to study synthesis. And it will mean dishonor to me if you call me a master."
Angor frowned at Prome's serious words.
"As an elementary apprentice alchemist, I should at least pay respect to my seniors."
"Once you've completed 'Prelude to Elimination', you'll become an intermediate apprentice. By that time, you'll possess both better skills and potential than me. It's a joke if you consider me a master by then." Prome concluded the matter and resumed talking about the blueprint, "I've read all your designs, and I think the most convenient one is the gun."
