Imperial Capital, Royal Alchemy Association.
A carriage arrived at the entrance of the Association, and Ian and Yisen Gard stepped out from it.
As for Ian himself, he of course wanted to demonstrate his full abilities—unlike Sublimation Skills, the younger a genius in Alchemy, the better, and there had even been instances where one became a master at twelve.
In the end, this subject was simply like mathematics; either you understand it, or you don't—there's no room for explanation or compromise.
However, this time, he seemed to have encountered a little problem outside of the Alchemy assessment.
"Yisen Gard? And Ian."
An auburn-haired figure, merely an acquaintance to Ian but a very familiar person to Yisen Gard, had just stepped out from the grand doors of the Royal Alchemy Association.
Waldo lifted his head and saw the two familiar faces; he wasn't surprised by the two young men's arrival. Instead, he wore a smile that was quite insincere, "Are you here to take the test?"
