"Speaking of which, scholars are really terrifying," Beatrice curled up in the corner, one arm wrapped around her knees, the other clutching at Alianna's clothing hem. "No, they're super terrifying."
Alianna sat down next to her sister, "I have always failed to understand why you're all so afraid of the teacher, who is clearly a quite gentle person."
"That's because Anna has never made the scholar teacher angry, when he gets angry, you'll understand. Why did our father have to be good friends with the scholar, if not, the scholar teacher wouldn't appear in our memories."
"It's because father was a powerful alchemist, and the scholar needed one of his tools transformed through alchemy."
"Was there such a thing? I have no memory of it at all."
"Because the alchemical product was small enough that Beatrice, as a child, was always focused on those larger alchemical puppets."
"What did the scholar teacher want to do?"
