Helia spoke up from her seat across from them. "Young Master, why are we going to the Alchemist Association?" she asked.
Her voice was polite and curious. She tilted her head slightly.
Arthur turned to look at her. His expression was calm. "I want to see the president," he explained. "I need to make a deal with him."
Anastasia's interest was immediately caught. She straightened in her seat. "What kind of deal?" she asked quickly. Her eyes lit up with curiosity.
Arthur smiled but shook his head. "It's a secret," he said simply. His tone was light and teasing.
Anastasia's face showed clear frustration. Her eyebrows drew together. She reached over and pinched Arthur's side again, harder this time. Her fingers found the same spot as before.
"Ouch!" Arthur exclaimed again. He laughed while rubbing the spot. "You're getting violent today."
"That's what you get for keeping secrets," Anastasia said.
