The voice of the chess playing elder trailed off when he looked up to Nazaire's dark expression.
"…what happened? Did he interfere?"
"… No. The boy is just more difficult to deal with than we thought."
"How difficult could a boy be to handle?"
By now, both chess playing elders had looked up, observing the Alchemy God with weird expressions.
After listening to his story, the two elders sent a frowning gaze toward each other. It was difficult to tell what they were thinking. In the end, they decided that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Not only did they avoid the embarrassment their friend had to suffer through, but now they had a more legitimate reason to target Dyon.
