773 Nine Moons in the Sky

Meanwhile, inside the flying car halfway up the skies, Caster huddled up curiously to Alchemist after checking that his scepter was alright.

"I say… those were elves, right?" he asked Alchemist quietly. "I heard you were half-elf—could you tell if those were actual elves?"

"…You're talking to me about bloodlines? After I changed mine completely, and twice at that?"

Alchemists, a body reformist appeared speechless. "Apart from having a little elfishness in a face," he said in a little annoyance, pointing at this rather handsome but bestially ferocious face, "I have nothing elven about my body… but you're right."

At that, Alchemist himself nodded. "Those were definitely elves—I could even smell it, the pure-bloodedness of those elves."