"Mr. Ronan, you... you're not joking, are you?" one of the reporters stammered.
Ronan wasn't annoyed by the skepticism. After all, Alchemists were exceedingly rare in this world.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
Ronan's humorous retort broke the strange, tense atmosphere in the room.
"Mr. Ronan, you still haven't answered the last question. Are you the true master of The Myriad Pill Tower? And is there some greater power supporting it?" The lively atmosphere that had just begun to form was instantly extinguished. The room fell deathly silent.
Everyone's eyes fell on the person who had asked the question, their lips twitching in disbelief. 'Isn't that the same reporter from before? Has the Radiant Daily lost its mind? Why would they send someone like him to today's press conference?'
