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Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”