Valemont's mind often wandered in strange and unfathomable directions, and today was no exception.
He sat hunched over his alchemical desk, fingers twitching, eyes glinting with a fervent light as if grasping the edge of some cosmic revelation.
After gathering all the clues, and watching Ricky all this time he had come to understand something which normal people might have trouble understanding.
A theory had taken shape—a ridiculous, awe-inspiring, heartfelt theory.
Valemont was the only person who could have thought of something so absurd.
To him, Ricky wasn't just some powerful overlord. No… he was an ancient guardian, a being who had willingly consumed the venomous dark poison in order to save the world from catastrophe. A selfless act, one so noble and extreme that only a mythic figure from legend would dare undertake it.
Yeah this was not simply a theory, it was the truth, he muttered under his breath.
