"My sister," Karska finally answered, his voice heavy yet full of determination.
He began to walk slowly down the path, allowing Thriska to fall into step beside him. "Word is going around that Young Master Voss possesses a unique variety of tomatoes. And more than that... rumors say he is actually a genius Alchemist."
Thriska, who was adjusting her scabbard, immediately whipped her head around, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Seriously? An Alchemist? That Voss?" she asked with a skeptical tone. "Isn't he just a crazy noble who likes to squander money?"
"I'm not sure myself," Karska answered flatly, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "But according to an old man who works directly under Young Master Voss, his master is a genius unprecedented in the field of Alchemy."
They continued walking toward the Grimhelt family's black wagon parked in the distance. The afternoon breeze blew gently, kicking up a bit of dust from the dirt road.
