Hutson studied Larry's expression closely—it was clear the alchemist had no intention of leaving Moonlight Woodland.
If war truly broke out, even full-fledged wizards wouldn't be able to escape its grasp.
"And you?" Hutson asked.
Larry chuckled, his tone light, but his eyes sharp with calculation.
"Me? I'm support personnel." He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping idly on the wooden armrest. "When war erupts, my alchemical knowledge is far more valuable than my combat skills. If the fighting ever reaches the point where I have to pick up a staff and join the front lines… well, that's when I'll start planning my escape."
Hutson frowned slightly. "Aren't full-fledged wizards also bound by contracts with Moonlight Woodland?"
Larry smirked. "That's the advantage of being a master alchemist. My contract isn't the same as the others." He swirled his cup of tea lazily before continuing. "Technically, I'm a hired consultant. The restrictions on me aren't nearly as tight."
