"Dark Element."
Sermias gathered the hem of his clothes, bent down to pick up a fallen red fruit, and walked up to Roy. "Are you a mage?"
He looked at her, his gaze carrying a slight warmth.
"Can you control mid-level magic?"
His tone was as casual as discussing the weather today. His attitude was so indifferent that he seemed not to notice Roy's current state of undress.
Hence, Roy's reaction was delayed by a few seconds.
She silently recalled the historical knowledge she had learned. Light Elves prefer quiet places, are mild and indifferent, often living communally in forests; Dark Elves thrive underground, have sharper and cooler temperaments, and hold a strict hierarchy. But regardless of the ascetic Light Elves or the Dark Elves with carnal desires, they follow the world's most basic social etiquette.
To converse with a naked stranger with an unchanged expression...
It's just too strange!
"I'm sorry."
