Greatest Alchemist

"Urgh…" Varsil grunted as he slowly woke up in his own room, surrounded by Marcus who had a worried look on his face.

"Father?" he asked with his head still in a daze. "What… where am I?"

"Varsil, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Marcus asked worriedly.

"Why would I be—" suddenly he remembered what he was doing. He had gone away because of a summon and had seen the bamboo that was going to…

He quickly touched himself, looking all around him. However, he found no changes. There was nothing new about him.

'Was I not healed?' he thought.

"Son?" Marcus asked.

Varsil couldn't help but be unable to hide a disappointed look. "I'm okay, father. I… I'm not hurt," he said.

"Good, now tell me. What were you doing out there? Why did that…" Marcus hesitated a bit and spoke in a low voice, "bastard bring you in here?"

"The senior brought me here?" Varsil said.

"Yes, he fucking did. What were you doing with him?" he asked.