"However, I think I also have myself to blame in a way."
"What do you mean by that, uncle?"
Kailen asked, curious.
Jackson replied after downing another glass of whiskey.
"Ah...Good whiskey. So I kind of rumbled on and on about being an alchemist and adding some poison to the system of one of the opponents I defeated before I killed them. I think that statement may have contributed to people guessing I'm a Black Flask."
"Fair point," Old Ha nodded.
He reclined softly into the sofa, right arm resting along its top edge.
Kailen mused outwardly.
"You could use their misunderstanding to your advantage."
"True," Bianca said.
"Kid has a sharp brain," Cyco nodded in agreement.
"Very well thought of, Kailen. However, there's a problem with that. It's not that simple, else many people with poison affinities would have impersonated Black Flasks," Nuel added.
"Quick to catch on," Old Ha added.
