Milo Went Mad

"President Balbo, can I have a go?" Just as the group of pharmacists were looking at each other in hopes of someone else stepping up to demonstrate, a young man's voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"This is…" Balbo frowned. The young man that stepped out from the crowd seemed rather unfamiliar. As President of the Pharmacists Guild, it could be said that Balbo was very familiar with all of pharmacists in the Felan Kingdom. Even people like Hoffman enjoyed a close friendship with him, but Balbo did not have any impression of that young man that just stood up.

"Hello, President Balbo. I am Milo, and I am from Thunder City's Guild of Magic."

"Oh, so it's Mage Milo…"

"President Balbo, you're too courteous." Under the gaze of Balbo, Milo was unusually calm, but his fists that were hidden under the robe had already been clenched tightly.