"Montel's legitimate heir to the throne died unexpectedly, and the reigning king is old and frail. (To bring down such a kingdom, do they even need you?)"
"I have knowledge, I can make magic potions for you. The poisoned arrow that Amlis used was crafted by me, he..."
"He was ordered to hunt me down... (But I am still very much alive.)"
"... You've seen my poison, right?"
"If you're referring to that strange black arrow in the quiver. (He never even needed your help until his death.)"
In the glass bottle's reflection, the towering Amitage raised another hand, one that held a dagger, its cold light hidden behind a black glove, drawing ever closer to his own body.
The dwarf began to scream hysterically.
"I can't die yet! I still have my dreams to fulfill! I want to attain the highest crown of alchemy! I want to create the legendary Sage's Stone!!!"
"Fine, I have your last words."
