Helplessness.
It was a unique feeling where, while standing in front of another, the decision of life and death was entirely out of his control!
The Wandering Alchemist, Ashmole, could have chosen to do whatever he wished today, and Alexander would not have been able to have even a single say.
The only reason he was still standing was because of the nature of this being where he simply did not feel like killing.
So long as he received a drop of Blood from the other party, he would not kill!
"…"
It was a unique event that made him feel a sense of helplessness, but it was also an event that gave him an opportunity to make tremendous gains.
But he knew.
All these gains would not even amount to a fraction of power of Ashmole as all the growth he was currently having…was all forced due to a single sip of tea that this being provided.