Chapter 50: Your Paper’s Kind Of Awesome (9)
People gathered at the roof-shattering wail.
It was aggro at its finest, and it had my own cheeks burning.
Professor Hasfeldt was rather adept at gathering people. The only problem was that the person in question didn’t seem to realize this.
In other words, Hasfeldt was blind with rage.
“You’re a Golden-Eyed...! How could someone like you with insufficient mana research an Ultimate Magic like Flare...?!”
There was nothing calm about the way she was now. That heartless, cold-blooded Professor Hasfeldt was nowhere to be seen.
She looked like a child throwing a tantrum because she wanted a toy, which killed any thoughts of refuting. I simply told the facts in an even tone.
“I was helped by my friends.”
Lotte Saliere, and Freyr Shelkany.
Although it had started off as coincidental encounters, they were now excellent business partners. They were the kinds of people worthy of being called friends.
“Then, then what about the money? It takes a fortune to research Flare! It would have cost at least thousands of gold pieces......!!”