Cold

"… Me?"

The little prince who hadn't said a word from start to finish, until now, that is, was astonished. He hadn't thought anyone was paying attention to him, so how had these words so suddenly come out? 

As for Dyon, he wasn't thinking about the little prince's reaction at all. Instead, he was happy that he would finally have a disciple younger than him, the way things were meant to be. 

Seeing Dyon neither confirm nor deny, the little prince realized that he really was the one Dyon was speaking to. Unfortunately, just as Dyon was dreaming about ridiculous things, the words that came next threw cold water over his aspirations. 

"… I appreciate your over-evaluating me, Sir Sacharro… But I want to be a warrior, not an alchemist." 

Dyon was speechless. Though he had asked, he hadn't even considered for a moment that he might be rejected. What a blunder.