The Alchemist thought, 'The inner circles of the Black Vipers still remain tense.'
He took no offense to the harsh words Toka said to him. It would be petty of him to hold a grudge against a foolish man.
Since he had taken his first breath, he had always been like this. Always laidback and weirdly collected.
Nothing could make his neutral expression waver, not even the death of his loved ones. He would mourn internally but his mind would quickly shrug it off.
Cold and unfeeling...he remembered those were the words his beloved parents used to describe him.
As for why they said it with warm eyes and positive intent, it still remained a mystery to him till this very day.
He ruminated, 'There's no time. I need to prepare my next class of potions.'
