Dio backed off slightly, his eyes filled with uncertainty as though he was afraid of Asher. But why? What reason could there be for such an experienced man to react this way?
"What's wrong with this guy?" Fey muttered from behind Asher, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword. His body was tense, ready to act if this lone figure decided to do something reckless.
Before Fey could act, a gentle but firm hand grasped his wrist. Malvarick shook her head, signaling him to stand down.
"Don't do it," she warned in a low voice. "He's a high-ranked alchemist. He's worked with many A-rank and B-rank adventurers in the past. If you cross him, it won't end well for you."
Asher's eyes narrowed slightly as a realization clicked into place. If what Malvarick said was true, Logan was an incredibly skilled alchemist—someone with talent and value. Yet, despite his accomplishments, he was on the verge of throwing his life away. That confused Asher more than anything.
