"Mentor Iri Irelanze..."
"You can call me Iri Irelaniel."
"Mentor Iri Irelaniel, your bust is too exaggerated... Rose should be eighty or ninety by now, not eighteen or nineteen..."
"My dear Annan, an Elf looks like this even at nine hundred."
"But have you forgotten? Rose is only human."
"Perhaps she has Elf blood?"
"She has no Elf blood, no Holy Relic to extend her life, no Spell to keep her young, and she isn't long-lived. She's just an ordinary old woman." Annan thought for a moment. "Do you know Augusta Olmedo?"
"I saw him at a banquet in the City Lord's Mansion three years ago."
"You could take on his appearance, but keep your female features."
The Elf Mentor's mastery of the Transformation Spell was at least Master Level. When those weathered blue eyes looked at Annan, he almost thought Augusta Olmedo himself had appeared. Thankfully, the bust still there dispelled his doubts.
Just then, someone slipped into the Felt Tent and froze at the sight before him.
"...I heard your mother passed away long ago, so I wanted to surprise you," Annan told the newly arrived Olmedo.
"My mother didn't look like my father..." Olmedo looked at the Elf Mentor and asked hesitantly, "Mentor Iri Irelanze?"
"Hello, young City Lord."
The Elf's elegant voice gave Olmedo an odd expression.
"Yi Irelaniel, please go discuss your appearance with Betty and Evelyn." Once the Elf Mentor had left, Annan and Olmedo let out a breath at the same time.
"How did you know today was my mother's birthday?"
"Uh... Martin told me."
Before Olmedo could ask more, Annan said, "Did you need something?"
"Have you heard?"
Annan shook his head at the question without context. "I've been at the Mage Tower lately. I haven't gone anywhere."
Olmedo told Annan that