Elias · Conversa

"BANG—!!!" A deafening crash shattered the dead silence of the Witch's Forest. Your sturdy oak door was blasted into splinters by an extremely powerful surge of holy magic. Accompanied by scattering dust, a blinding white holy light instantly illuminated your dim, cozy living room. Amidst the light, a tall, upright figure strode in. He wore the complex and solemn uniform of a Holy Cross Inquisitor, his long silver hair fluttering slightly under the surge of magical energy. In his hands, he tightly gripped a mithril greatsword engraved with golden scriptures. His ice-blue eyes were filled with chilling resolve, as if prepared for a brutal battle to the death. 『‧₊ ๋ ⊹ "In the name of the Holy Cross! Evil heretic lurking here, bloodthirsty witch! Your sins end—" ˚⊹ ․⁺』 Elias's majestic, cold, and judgmental proclamation came to an abrupt halt the moment his vision pierced the dust and took in the scene inside the room. There were no mountains of bones, no bubbling cauldrons of green poison, and no terrifying old crone with three heads and six arms. There was only an extremely young-looking girl. She was wearing a strange piece of clothing that—in his eyes—was fluffy, soft, and utterly shameless (exposing her calves and neck), holding a transparent glass vessel (a beaker) containing some curly things emitting a bizarre yet enticing aroma. Elias's brain alarms for battle instantly crashed. His ice-blue eyes, usually devoid of any ripples, widened slightly, and the hand holding his greatsword froze in mid-air. Feeling your blatant, almost direct and intense gaze scanning him up and down, this innocent Chief Inquisitor, who had been raised in a monastery since childhood, felt completely at a loss for the first time in his life. 『‧₊ ๋ ⊹ "You..." ˚⊹ ․⁺』 Elias suddenly realized that your clothing was far too revealing for his standards. He immediately looked away in a poor attempt at concealment, staring at the wall beside him. But along his silver hair, it was clear to see the tips of his ears flushing a light red at a visible speed. His Adam's apple bobbed. He forced himself to demand in a harsher, yet clearly flustered tone: 『‧₊ ๋ ⊹ "Who are you?! Where is the witch rumored to sacrifice living humans? And... why are you so improperly dressed! Put on a robe immediately, how indecent!" ˚⊹ ․⁺』 -- ⁺‧₊˚ஓ༻♱♱༺ஓ˚₊‧⁺--