he's my child, my old enemy, and also my sore spot ...
he used to be my pride, but then things changed, and I could only watch him fall into the abyss of depravity ...
I made him myself ...
"A monster."
The voice fell.
Roger's pupils suddenly shrank.
"You created him?"
There was a slight fluctuation in his tone.
"Yes, I am."
Constantine lowered his voice and said, "
he might be the most eye-catching masterpiece in the history of alchemy.
"I'm sorry that he caused you some trouble."
"You might have guessed it."
I made it according to your template ...
Roger gritted his teeth.
He did not say anything.
He only revealed an expression of listening attentively.
Under the giant tree.
The intimidating puppet began to sway.
Constantine seemed to be reminiscing.
After a long while.
Only then did he begin his story intermittently-
..
In Constantine's description.
He himself was a talented Alchemist.