Black Scale Lizardmen

"How sure are you?" she asked after she had gotten her emotions under control a couple of seconds later.

"100%," I said with absolute confidence.

My clone had performed more tests and had accurate results. The fluids of the Grimm attached to the clothes are exactly twenty-eight days old. I could even tell what kind of Grimm it was and what level it had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cursed before looking at me. I felt all the hair on my body stand up, feeling her gaze.

"Are you telling the truth?" she asked, and I smiled. "I am telling you what I found,"

"Whether you believe it or not it's up to you," I said, and her glare become even more intense. For a moment, I felt she would attack me before her gaze softened.

"I am sorry. The ruin had stressed me out a lot," she said a moment later. "I understand," I replied.