"I expect that fellow would have some complaints, right?"
Seated on the Iron Crystal Throne, beneath the massive Alchemy Reactor, the Great Grandmaster suddenly looked up from his workbench.
The Director of Affairs by his side chuckled. "Please forgive my bluntness, but if I were in his shoes, I might very well have seized power... It's clear His Excellency the Secretary is quite adept at this."
"Don't young people nowadays understand the good intentions behind their leaders' efforts?"
The Great Grandmaster clicked his tongue in displeasure. "That fellow, he might not even be aware of that damned smell on him anymore..."
"To tell you the truth, I haven't smelled a thing." The Director of Affairs glanced at his superior. "Hasn't your nose been useless for many years now?"
"It merely became a bit different from a normal person's. Though I lost my ordinary sense of smell, my other senses became sharper. Sometimes I truly don't know if that accident was a good or bad thing."
