Ace stood before the four newly acquired bald humans, scrutinizing them with a critical eye. No, they weren't monks, nor were they enlightened beings with divine wisdom.
They were Variant Humans, an odd mix of human and something not quite human—perhaps akin to elves, yet distinctly different. It was difficult to put into words.
The moment Lily saw the four women wasted, no time as she approached them with eager curiosity, engaging them in conversation before Ace had even taken his first step toward them.
He let her talk for a moment before finally closing the distance, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept over them, assessing.
"I need the four of you to work on alchemy for me," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
The women exchanged glances, some hesitant, others unreadable. Among them, one in particular stood out—one who, according to the system, had no affinity for alchemy. Ace's gaze landed on her.
