"Venom Fang Overlord… don't tell me you're also an alchemist..."
Valemont's voice trembled with disbelief—even he couldn't fully accept the words spilling from his mouth.
Since when did mindless, bloodthirsty monsters begin dabbling in the refined and delicate arts of alchemy?
It was absurd.
And yet, here he was, asking that very question.
He wasn't alone in his shock. Ricky blinked, utterly dumbfounded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the young man like he had grown a second head.
What kind of leap in logic was that?
The thought echoed in Ricky's mind, loud and clear.
For a brief moment, he genuinely considered asking if Valemont had ever taken a hard fall as a child—headfirst into stone, perhaps. It was the only reasonable explanation.
Then, like a bolt of lightning piercing a foggy sky, realization struck.
Ricky's eyes flickered with a strange glint. A sudden idea bloomed in his mind.
