"I do not know what kind of trick that woman prepared, but it's useless. She wants to use a mere grade five Apothecary against me? It won't take long for me to get this rude brat to break. Once that happens, let's see how you deal with the aftermath of your offense." Shateur thought to himself.
In Danaharpe, those who dared to hold their heads up and look Shateur in the eyes were not many. Yet, for some young Apothecary to not even give him a proper greeting despite knowing his identity and even speak so casually before him—it could only be because he felt confidence in the fact that Apothecary Head Varuu was backing him.
Either way, Izroth was just a small Apothecary in Shateur's eyes. While his safety was guaranteed within the Apothecary Guild building, the same could not be said if he ever took a step outside its doors.
