402 Unbelievable Truth

As this figure moved to a particular area, working seriously on a project, a flying Automaton followed behind—hovering at shoulder-length.

The Automaton was no bigger than the head of a child, but I could see the intricacy it possessed.

Still, perhaps it was because the figure was too immersed in their work—I couldn't get a good look at them.

The only thing I could see was the long lab coat they wore, and the long, peculiar hair they had.

'Black and white…? Interesting color.'

Was it a Royal? Perhaps a cross-breed? No. Even if Royals took in non-Royals as their spouses, their offspring would still have white hair.

Elf mothers could control such factors while the children were still in their wombs.

Then, why was this one an exception?

Fortunately, just as I began asking internal questions, the person finally turned—as though looking for something—and that was when I saw her face.

My brain nearly shut down, and only a single person came to mind.

"E-Emilia—?!"