Yuria proudly smiled as she crossed her arms and asked, "How did you know?"
"How could my woman not be special?" Damien chuckled.
"You smooth talker…" Yuria mumbled in a coy tone as she beamed, feeling flattered.
But then she looked at him with a narrowed gaze and asked, "But for real...how did you know? It could have been any hidden expert who could have concocted it, right? Maybe Alchemist Azrael was dealing with us behind the scenes."
"Haha…" Damien couldn't help but laugh slightly, making Yuria purse her lips, wondering if she said something funny.
"I am Alchemist Azrael," Damien said as he slowly raised his hand, and within a few moments, flickers of jet-black flames began to manifest on his palm, making Yuria stare at it with a baffled expression.
"No way…" She mumbled as she looked at the jet-black flickers with widened eyes, and not long after, those flickers turned into tiny flames.
