186 Raulf Serlo

  "Aren't you ashamed to blackmail a child?" visibly irritated, Clarise tried to play the victim. Her tone lowered to one of a girl who had been left without an escape, she tried pulling onto his heart.

  "A child?" he laughed, "-you're one of the top alchemists," the paper pulled closer to the fire by the second.

  "STOP," she yelled – another one fell prey into his hand.

A sigh later, her body relaxed, her posture straightened, "-its true, we're researching mana-potions." Embarrassed by what happened, the face stared down.

 "Why could you not have said so earlier?" confused, he didn't care about the reason any longer.