Noel blinked. "…A what now?"
"A company," Azhriel repeated, slow and clear.
"An official one. Registered under the Continental Neutral Guild Network, protected by law, and with business ties spanning potions, enchantments, information trading, and artifact production."
Zeriah raised an eyebrow, her arms folding gently across her chest. "You speak as if you already have this planned."
"I did," Azhriel said without hesitation. "But now—with Phantom here—things can grow larger, faster."
He shifted slightly in his chair, the glow of the mana lamp casting sharp shadows on his face.
"I've had this in mind for a while. But plans mean nothing without people. Now… I have them."
His gaze turned to Noel.
"You're a potion-maker. One at genius-level, if the Black Market was trying to pull you in. You'll handle potion crafting, artifact management, and alchemy-based production."
Noel scoffed, arms crossed. "So I'm your glorified chemist now?"
