March 21st, early morning.
On the outskirts of Leipzig, the Spirit Summoning Tower.
Albert Lorey scratched his messy, disheveled hair, holding his cup and yawning as he walked out of the laboratory.
Since the laboratory was quite cool, even in summer, he wore a thick woolen robe. He chose dark colors simply because they are more stain-resistant; even if it got stained with blood or greasy food spills, it wouldn't be too noticeable.
Ever since severing ties completely with the military, Albert stopped loafing around in the Stibium Laboratory in Lionheart City and packed his stuff to return to the Spirit Summoning Tower.
Once free from those Royal Alchemists who demand a report for approval after each experiment and hold meetings twice a week lasting over two hours, Albert felt revitalized.
—Indeed, it had to be the Spirit Summoning Tower! Home is best!
