Bab 148: How About a Bet?

Lyon's laughter was interrupted with a voice from downstairs.

"Yes, yes right this way sir."

Both he and the princess recognized the voice as it belonged to the young clerk from before. (That clerk is a fast one isn't he) thought Lyon with a chuckle.

Not so long ago, the clerk was carrying a young unconscious alchemist to his resident but now he was already downstairs.

The princess quickly wiped her remaining tears and fixed her expression. It was almost natural for her to do so, being groomed as a princess had its own merits.

The sound of wooden stairs being stepped up on was heard as the clerk's head revealed himself. The clerk's gaze was not on the two of them but rather to the figure behind him as he welcomed it on the third floor, "This is the third-floor sir, you may use the cauldrons and the ingredients here as you see fit, the bills will naturally follow after."