As we were waiting outside, grandpa was pacing outside, seething. It was the first time I'd seen grandpa this angry. I was sitting on the bench, dumbfounded. I had never been interested in how magical society worked; I always thought of myself as more of an alchemist. My dark arall nature was something to be managed, not something I was interested in. It made me ambitious and status-conscious, without providing much help in achieving status or money. So I always learned the minimum I could, staying away from the magical world's power struggles. I had enough with the intrigues in alchemy. Gaining status and getting respect in alchemy was hard enough, why try to do it in magic, also?
But even I knew that you couldn't have two masters. It would be an untenable situation. Who would you have t
