Half an hour later.
Feeling somewhat satisfied.
Atiya happily took a small sip of the fruit wine she held in her hand.
Her face slightly flushed with excitement, she looked at Orsaga and said:
"Originally, I thought you only specialized in Flesh Art."
"Never did I imagine that you possessed such profound insights into so many other forms of art as well!"
"I truly admire you!"
Beyond the change in her words.
Compared to before, Atiya's gaze toward Orsaga had also softened considerably.
Subconsciously, it carried a hint of respect.
It was the admiring gaze one reserved for a pioneer walking at the forefront of the path.
And along with that.
The feelings contained within it had grown far more fervent.
It was no longer merely a look meant to gather intelligence and lure in some sucker. There was now a genuine trace of admiration between a man and a woman.
In response, Orsaga still wore that expression of plain indifference.
There was not the slightest change.
He did not care in the least about some beauty falling for him.
After all, he had long since grown accustomed to the admiration of the opposite sex.
Someone as outstanding as him was a scorching sun in the darkness of night!
Was it not perfectly natural for him to have a few admirers?
A mere trifle~
Not worth mentioning!
But after sighing to herself.
Atiya asked somewhat doubtfully:
"By the way, have you ever visited the kingdom of my people before?"
"Why do you seem so familiar with the culture of my race?"
During their earlier conversation, Atiya had noticed that Orsaga possessed an excessively familiar feeling toward the Elf race.
Even when it came to certain extremely obscure aspects of Elf culture, he could speak about them with perfect fluency.
Such