"...Wait, what did you say? Could you repeat that? What was your name?"
Lin Fan turned around and dug a finger into his ear. He suspected he had misheard her, but to the woman, his behavior was undoubtedly a form of mockery.
Gritting her teeth, the woman slowly repeated her name. "My name is Yvraine."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Shouldn't you have one of those braids and some kind of headdress?" Lin Fan gestured around his head, mimicking the spread of a peacock's tail feathers.
Yvraine frowned as she watched Lin Fan's movements, her heart filled with confusion and bewilderment. Why could this monkey in front of her describe what she had looked like when she lived on a Craftworld?
"So you were working under Lady Malys's protection? You're a Succubus? Managing part of the arena operations?"
"That's right."
Lin Fan stared at Yvraine's face for quite some time before realizing why he had failed to recognize her at first glance.
Yvraine usually appeared in a purple skirt on her lower body, a fitted red corset on her upper body, and a full black bodysuit underneath. She wore an absurdly long, high ponytail, along with a headdress resembling peacock tail feathers.
Her hair was truly ridiculously long. If Yvraine ever needed to squat over a toilet, she would definitely have to hold her hair while taking a dump.
But Aeldari crapped out crystals, far cleaner than shit. As the old saying went, even a pretty girl's shit smelled sweet.
Yet that outfit only became her fixed look after Yvraine became the chosen of Ynnead, the Aeldari god of death. Before that, Yvraine's work history had been remarkably colorful. Even among the Drukhari, she counted as someone who could thrive on either side of the line.
Born on the Craftworld Biel-Tan, Yvraine had