Junichiro smiled brightly at her clearly uncomfortable look, "No, no of course he wouldn't."
Mittelt glared at him for a moment before deciding the conversation never happened and moving on, "On the phone Azazel-sama gave you, there's a red button. If you press it you will activate an emergency beacon. When you press it, it will send out a signal that any nearby member of the Grigori can receive. We all know to render aid to anyone sending that signal because it means they're one of us. Obviously you should only ever use it in a life or death situation."
Junichiro nodded in agreement. Having two members of Grigori knowing his identity was bad enough. Oh, he had no delusions that the whole organization would have known eventually, he would have just preferred to keep it a secret from them a while longer. The yokai would know soon enough when he contacted them for some trade and work but the yokai were his countryman. No, seriously they were. Yokai were native to Japan, the fallen angels, obviously, were not. So, he felt more comfortable with the yokai being aware of him than the Grigori, if that made any sense.
With her job done, for now, Mittelt didn't even bother saying goodbye before she teleported out of the house. She likely wouldn't return until Junichiro called her. Something he didn't plan to do for a while, at least not until he ran out of Mana Steel. With no one left in the house, he quickly left the office and made his way back to the workshop. He wanted to explore every nook and cranny of the place!
It was only once he was back inside and taking a much closer look at it that Junichiro realized just how massive the building really was. It was like a small warehouse it was so big. Which just went to show how massive the courtyard had been before the building was installed. Everywhere he looked were machines meant for manufacture. A lathe over there, a hydraulic press over there, a brand new five burner forge there, an ancient style coal forge there, smelters of various sizes, hammers, tongs, engraving tools, chisels, beakers, plastic tubing, Bunsen burners, graduated cylinders, and so much more!
Then there were the spaces for material storage. He had massive cabinets all labeled with different materials, iron, bronze, tin, copper, mahogany, black walnut, stabilized wood, and so much more. Then there were the various plants and extracts for alchemy, many of which he'd never heard of like Epajianna, Ashespeed, Echomard, Nasty Rose, Hollow Cane, Adina, and Twisted Belladonna. He had no idea what any of them could be used for and he'd never been more excited to be ignorant!
That was a bit of philosophy he tried to live by right there. Ignorance wasn't something to be ashamed of. Everyone, everywhere, every-when, had some ignorance in their life. No one knew everything at all times, that was the territory of Omnipresence. Besides, what was there to be ashamed of when it came to being ignorant? It just meant you had something new to learn! Now, ignorance was often substituted for stupidity, and that just annoyed him greatly. The same could be said of people deliberately choosing to remain ignorant, his personal definition of stupidity.
None of that was important right now though, what was important was the massive amount of toys he currently had at his disposal and his desire to immediately begin making something with them! The question was, what should he make? It only took him a few moments to decide, he needed to start by making some ink.
Why?
Because he desperately needed to replace his lost Scroll of Teleportation. Those were the far end of his ability to make scrolls using just parchment paper and took a lot of power to boot. So he'd only had the one and it had been wasted. He needed to replace it and hopefully making a more magical ink would reduce the time and energy requirements enough to make one significantly more quickly than the previous one.
He quickly began digging through the material drawers in the plant section. That's right, every section of different materials was properly labeled. He really had to give Azazel credit for how this place was set up. It was probably due to Azazel's likely personal experience from setting up labs to do his own research and work in. They might be in different fields but there was probably a fair bit of crossover.
He dismissed his thoughts on the subject and started retrieving various plants from their drawers. There weren't massive amounts of each plant, more like samples really. It made sense to him though. Why buy a ton of a magical plant when there's no telling if it would even be useful? With the small sample sizes he could check them out, figure out some properties, and then see if he could make them useful. Useful plants get ordered, useless plants get ignored.