My father told me to only see those who can rival me with their own level of Alchemy talent as true rivals.
Because a person who can't walk in the same lane, side by side with me, would only become a distraction to my growth.
And I strongly believe his words.
Ravenor had grown up hearing those words.
To him, they were more than advice from his father.
They had become the way he viewed the people around him.
Of course…
After growing up and seeing how people developed, Ravenor had also come to realize that there were different kinds of people who could stand alongside talents like himself, Vera, and Diane.
His scarlet eyes sharpened as he looked at Veda.
The Young Lord of Ash had brought his hands together and was now executing his Alchemy.
Ravenor didn't see Veda as someone who had always possessed the same natural talent as himself.
And was now showing it finally after all the suffering he must have experienced.
No…
That wasn't what had caught his attention.
