'…That's what happened.'
The reception room for guests at Louise's Workshop.
Ian, who had rushed over after hearing the news from a workshop employee, sat there and listened to Louise's full explanation.
'Why do I only get water instead of tea?'
'Because you're not a guest!'
When the silver-haired alchemist sitting opposite asked, Louise barked back.
In her heart, she wanted to call the guards and kick her out, but she was holding off since Ian said he would listen to the story first.
Ian turned his gaze toward the guest who had suddenly appeared at Louise's Workshop… Emilia.
'Miss Emilia?'
'Yeah, hi.'
Emilia, with her long silver hair flowing down, gave Ian a light greeting and abruptly threw out a question first.
'I heard you're the financier of this workshop? I took a quick look around the warehouse, and there were many interesting materials. I'd like to use some of them too.'
'What kind of person is this…'
