"Remove my clothes?"
The Last Dragonborn froze for a moment, but he did not think much of it, assuming it was simply necessary for Anvis's research.
After stripping down until only the skin-tight, irremovable Pants of Sighs remained, the Elf lay back down on the stone bed.
The cold, hard surface pressed against his back, making him shift slightly in discomfort.
"Why did you leave one piece on?"
Anvis glanced at the Elf and knowingly asked.
"Anvis, Your Excellency, I can't take that one off..."
The Elf's expression twitched as he struggled to explain.
"Is that so?"
To the Last Dragonborn's relief, the golden-haired youth, now changed into an Experiment Robe, merely nodded. He did not assume, as he had feared, that he was talking nonsense.
But when he heard Anvis's next sentence, he understood why Anvis had not pursued the matter.
"I already noticed this issue during the examination just now."
"So why has your body developed this... strange structure? What significance does its existence have for you?"
Of course it was to pass censorship... to protect your world from destruction.
"I don't know, Your Excellency. By the time I regained consciousness and escaped, my body had already become like this."
The Last Dragonborn grumbled inwardly, but put on an innocent expression of knowing nothing at all.
As if he truly were a poor, weak, helpless experimental subject who had barely escaped from some mage's Laboratory.
"Hmm—"
Anvis nodded, looking as though he fully believed the Last Dragonborn's explanation.
At the same time, dark Magic Shackles reappeared, securing the Elf's limbs.
"But in any case, this abnormal structure must be closely related to your Special Constitution."
Studying the Elf on the experimental table, Anvis turned his palm over. A thin, sharp blade resembling a scalpel appeared in his hand