Flamelle of Hydral.
A philosopher transcending time, a sage holding the truth, the uncrowned king of alchemists... His titles are too dazzling and magnificent, for a long time, they even overshadowed the terror of the name Hydral.
If it weren't for the horrific slaughter he committed at the end of his life, following the empress's orders, he might have been as well-regarded as Ansel, becoming a highly esteemed Hydral.
Of course, Flamelle himself does not care about his reputation, for him, there are few things in life that are precious, and the gaze of the world is not among them.
"Lawrence."
In the pleasant green courtyard, the man sitting by the tea table sighed deeply, "Do you think Ans feels a bit pressured?"
