Chapitre 169: Puppet Repairer Ansel - I

In the eyes of a genius, what does this world truly look like? 

Ravenna never described the world as she saw it to others, for she never believed that anyone could share her vision. 

— That was until he appeared. 

In a room filled with chaos, cluttered with various tools and materials, littered with waste paper, and walls adorned with large blueprints, it was hard to imagine that this was an alchemist's workshop. Ravenna, holding the design in her hand, frowned and murmured: 

"... A weapon?" 

She looked up at the blond boy in front of her, who, like her, was dressed in simple work clothes and was personally handling the ether-malleable magi-metal. 

"Why a weapon?" Ravenna questioned. 

"Because weapons are the things most closely linked to power," Ansel calmly replied. 

A long tubular object floated slowly rotating in his palm, its inner wall outlined by an invisible force into perfect rifling.