[h3][color=a187be][center]~Livia~[/center][/color][/h3]

Katherine didn't understand, did she? Not everyone would have the same opinion of such a thing. All it would take is one person decrying her status as just another tyrant, king, or god, and she'd lose all legitimate credibility. Or at least, she would unless she had some sort of...death grip on the populace, which at the moment she didn't want any part in. If anything, she was growing increasingly tired of such things. Longevity and kindness tend to wear on ones principles quite often, if one wasn't careful. Her patience had been one of those things being worn on. She was beginning to think, harsher methods were beginning to be required...

[color=a187be]"Please, Myrilla has no desire to run this establishment. She's too...flighty. The Council is constantly trying to get her to do her job as it is. Aetheria has no need to be killed while she is still useful, and you...if you were capable of killing me you'd have already done it, no?"[/color] Livia chuckled with a smirk. [color=a187be]"So I am quite confident that I do not need to worry about any of those things."[/color] Walking over to one of the doors in the rotunda, Livia motioned for Katherine to follow once again.

[color=a187be]"As for your offer...well, I am already a few steps ahead."[/color] She replied with a confident smirk. [color=a187be]"I kept it secret from you for obvious reasons, but it is done with the help of that insufferable demon - her alchemy comes in quite handily sometimes if she's given a bit of...direction. Or any offer of messing with any sort of godly beings."[/color] The room looked to be a lab of some sort. Various medical instruments as well as crates full of a number of scientific chemicals and other such things littered the room. A few odd metal machines were strewn about the place, a few were making odd beeping noises.

[color=a187be]"It's amazing what a little innovation, tireless nights of research and other things can do."[/color] She brought Katherine to a far wall of the room where a large metal box sat. It was cool to the touch, and incredibly heavy. [color=a187be]"Might sound a bit odd with our...tenuous relationship, but Myrilla and I have a bit of a...partnership stemming from a somewhat extended stay in Hell a number of years ago."[/color] She opened the latch on the box, causing it to spring open.

[color=a187be]"The fruit of our labor - an artificial human made through alchemy."[/color] The thing in question was no larger than a child. A small, petite thing, with blond hair resting on a bed of ice. Almost looked like a tiny version of Livia, really. It was the best they could make with Alchemy. A 'Homunculous', as the older alchemists would likely call it. [color=a187be]"All it needs is a soul. I have been tirelessly working on how to make an artificial one, but it is a labor I will likely not be able to complete in this single lifetime."[/color] She looked over to Katherine.

[color=a187be]"So you do not have to worry about such a thing...What you should worry about, however, is what comes after I die."[/color] Livia said. [color=a187be]"I am giving this academy to you whether you want it or not. And do not worry, I won't be leaving you alone. I won't actually be dead after all...In fact, I think it might be fun to play the student again."[/color]

[h3][color=6ecff6][center]~Miren~[/center][/color][/h3]

[color=6ecff6]"It's a good start!"[/color] Miren cheerfully said with a bright smile. It wasn't the best note taking job to be sure, but it was definitely getting there. [color=6ecff6]"Alright...that's from that one book, correct?"[/color] Miren asked, taking the book from Fia. [color=6ecff6]"You start on another one - I'll go through this again to make sure there's nothing you missed, alright? It's never a bad idea to get another persons opinion or perspective on something."[/color]

[h3][color=f6989d][center]~Selvinia & Co~[/center][/color][/h3]

The man with the bow looked at them suspiciously for a few long seconds, obviously debating the truthfulness of their words. Finally though, he started walking into the village, seemingly motioning for them to follow. Assuming the did follow the man, after a minute or so of walking they would finally reach their destination. It was one of the larger houses in the village, situated near the edge of a cliff, overlooking a rocky valley below. The boy from earlier was standing on the wooden stairs leading up to the house, an older, aged man was standing overhead, leaning on the railing.

The groups guide walked up the stairs, and conversed quietly with the older man for a few minutes before he walked back down the stairs, roughly passing Selvinia and the group with a hint of hostility. The older man however, greeted the group with a friendly smile, walking down the stairs.

[b]"Welcome."[/b] He simply said, his voice light and jovial. [b]"I speak...little. Apologies for him...come in, come in."[/b] He motioned for the group to follow him inside.

Would they?