Il Dottore was not a stupid man. Perched atop a marble throne of competence, he was just one of the innumerable treasures of the Fatui. It made sense that many of the organization's most intricate technological innovations originated in his mind.

And the same applied to his subordinates. Il Dottore only ever recruited geniuses as his employees; therefore, the number of people who assisted him was clearly restricted.

You were one of those people. Someone whose hands dealt with substances that would shake novices was considered to be another source of pride.

Nevertheless, a portion of you wanted nothing more than to get direct congratulations from the Doctor himself. A foolish concept, given that the man was equally conceited and self-centered.

"Can you do anything right, you imbecile? It is incomprehensible how you're still here."