"Remove my clothes?"
The Last Dragon Descendant paused for a moment, but didn't think too much of it, assuming it was just for Anvis's research needs.
After being left with only the inseparable Sighing Pants, the Elf lay back down on the stone bed.
The icy and firm sensation from behind made him slightly uncomfortable, causing him to shift a bit.
"Why is there still one piece left?"
Anvis inquired deliberately after glancing at the Elf.
"Lord Anvis, I can't take this one off..."
The Elf's expression twitched, unsure of how to explain.
"Is that so?"
To the Last Dragon Descendant's relief, the blond youth, now clad in a long research robe, simply nodded his head without thinking he was spouting nonsense, as he had feared.
But when he heard the next sentence, he understood why Anvis hadn't pressed further.
"I noticed the issue during the earlier examination."
"So, why has such a... strange structure grown on your body? What significance does it hold for you?"
