Solron paused for a second and then burst into laughter, much to Cecil and Alexander's shock.
"HAHAHA! Good answer, brat. Good answer."
His laughter slowly died down, and his gaze shifted sharply toward Alexander.
"Now then."
Alexander immediately straightened as Solron pointed at him.
"I expect proper compensation from the crown."
Alexander nodded without hesitation.
"Of course. Father will be informed personally. I expect that you will be compensated for your troubles soon enough."
"Properly," Solron repeated, narrowing his eyes.
Alexander nodded again.
"Properly."
"Hmph."
Only then did Solron look satisfied.
Still, Alexander's gaze drifted back toward Kurogoroshi, and for a moment, his expression turned thoughtful.
"Uncle Solron," he began carefully, "if you managed to craft a Mythical Grade weapon… does that mean you've become a Fifth Grade Crafter?"
The room quieted slightly. Even Cecil looked toward the old man, looking forward to his answer.
