It had been a week since they left the Marquis estate. A week of quiet travel. A week of Xion's silence.
It wasn't as if anyone paid much attention to it. The others assumed he was simply preoccupied with his alchemy.
How could they not when Xion had pushed himself into the endless pit of experimenting with new potions?
Thus, the entire retinue avoided him more than ever.
However, Allen, who was well-versed in alchemy, could tell that something was off.
His teacher wasn't experimenting at all.
The potions Xion kept refining weren't new discoveries; they were merely existing formulas that he was tweaking in his free time.
Sure, he was perfecting the potions and improving their effectiveness, but in the end, it was all just a meaningless distraction.
Why, though? What weighed so heavily on his mind that he needed such a distraction?
Allen didn't understand, but he chose not to dwell on it.
