The priest had a scary expression on his face. This indifferent gaze that showed neither happiness, anger, nor support was scary. The priest started to speak again.

�I will ask you one more time. Who are you?�

Cale looked down at the curled-up man.

He was a bad but good person.

Although his skills were so-so, he was someone with a conscience and a sense of guilt and responsibility.

He was someone who knew how to regret. He was someone with his own sense of morals.

Cale had determined that a church alone would make it difficult when he re-established the Church of the Sun God in the Empire.

That meant that he needed another source of power as well.

That was why Cale had thought about the Whipper Kingdom�s Civil War.

He thought about the mages in hiding who were not a part of the Magic Tower. They had rebelled against the Magic Tower and gone into hiding.

He was certain that there would be alchemists in the same situation, even if there were only a few.

He needed to draw them out to the surface.

He also needed someone to serve as their leader.

This leader figure was the one Cale was trying to put to work.

Raon�s voice could be heard in Cale�s mind.

� Human, did this alcoholic experiment on those poor children 15 years ago as well?

�Who knows?�

Cale had no way of knowing. They were all pretty much the same to him.

He heard the middle-aged man�s voice at that time.

�R, Rei Stecker. That is my name.�

Rei Stecker. A beginner alchemist with so-so skills who had been at the Empire�s Southern Alchemy Tower as a trainee for just one month. He had said his name for the first time in 11 years.

His memories from 11 years ago seemed to pour into him as soon as he said his name.

�One month. They put me, a trainee, in charge of the children of the slums for one month. They told me that the children were from the capital. I did not know anything as I looked after them and I-�

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