Ty, with an expression of slight amusent, responded, "Elithira is your sister?!" There was a hint of skepticism in his voice, partly due to the stark contrast between the two won. "I'm not sure if you're lying because you seem nothing like her."
The woman, a bit offended by Ty's comnt, retorted, "Excuse ?!" She then spun around to show him her back, slowly lowering her shirt to reveal two small wings nestled against her pale skin, which emitted a soft, illuminating glow.
As Ty walked up to her, she pointed to her back and explained, "See, the wings are a little smaller since I'm down here. We aren't supposed to have anyone see us in our other form. Otherwise, they would start to question themselves and the world they live in."
"Or sothing like that, I honestly forgot since I've been here for so long," she said with a slight pout, her voice echoing faintly in the room.
As Ty walked closer, intrigued by her apparent connection to Elithira, he gently placed his skeleton hands on her small wings. The sensation was unexpectedly warm and soft, unlike anything he had felt before. "Wow, they actually are wings," he murmured, both surprised and fascinated.
However, before he could ponder further, she spun around abruptly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and indignation. "Don't touch my wings!" she scread. Reacting instinctively, she slapped Ty's skeletal skull. The force of her action caused her more pain than it did to him, and she yelped, "OWW!" while cradling her hand, a mix of shock and pain on her face.
Ty, taken aback by the sudden intensity of her reaction, advised quickly, "You should cover yourself back up." He added, "I apologize, I wasn't aware wings were sensitive. Elithira also hid her wings on Alexira... there's more to this than I realized," he stated, piecing together the puzzle of their relationship.
As the woman hastily covered her wings, the light from the crystal flickered slightly, mirroring the fluctuation of emotions in the room.
Her deanor shifted from fear to excitent in an instant. Grasping Ty's skeletal hands, she eagerly asked, "How is Elithira doing? I haven't seen her in so long! I really should go back one day when my work here is done," she said, her voice filled with a mix of longing and happiness, a big smile brightening her face.
However, her smile soon faded as she contemplated returning. "But then again, father will probably just put back to work," she mused, her tone tinged with reluctance. "Maybe I should stay here a bit longer. The sleep is great, though it does get lonely, always having to be sneaky."
Still holding Ty's hands, she remarked, "Your hands are surprisingly warm for a dead skeleton, you know."
Ty responded, "Yeah, it's a long story. I don't mind sharing if you have the ti, but I really need to get back to my friends soon."
With a sly, sowhat sad laugh, she replied, "Sadly, I don't have the ti. I need to get this crystal fixed before tomorrow evening."
Ty's curiosity was unmistakably piqued, leading him to ask, "What is that crystal for, and why do you need it tomorrow evening?"
Realizing Ty's unfamiliarity with local customs, she replied, "You really aren't from around here, are you?" With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a portal similar to the one she used earlier. From it, she effortlessly retrieved a giant bottle of wine. Uncorking it with a casual motion, she began to take sips, a comfortable ease in her actions.
As she continued, the wine bottle in her hand, Ty felt a shiver run down his skeletal spine. Her casual display of power and the mystery surrounding her and the crystal only deepened his intrigue.
"That's a pretty big bottle of wine," Ty remarked, his curiosity piqued as he watched her. "But how are you going to fix that crystal?"
Without missing a beat, she opened up another portal, similar to the one she used earlier. Ty's jaw nearly dropped as she began pulling out an array of equipnt – a face shield, a large welding gun, and a gas tank.
"Simply, of course," she replied confidently. "I'm just going to repair it by burning a new piece in its place." As she spoke, she effortlessly ripped off her bracelet, which was adorned with tiny crystals. "I want this finished by tomorrow so everyone's weapons aren't delayed again."
She continued, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia, "This one planet I was on had books instead of weapons, and I woke up late once, forgetting to give so kid a book.
It worked out in the end, but it was so embarrassing to deal with.
That was a super long ti ago, though." Her words painted a picture of her varied and unusual experiences.
As she spoke, she deftly threw the face shield down and began connecting the gas tank to the welding gun, her movents fluid and practiced. Ty watched in silence, intrigued by her thodical approach to the task at hand.
As Ty observed her busily welding the bracelet crystals onto the damaged part of the giant crystal, he realized sothing about her nature. She seed to be lost in her own world, paying no attention to him, a trait that hinted at her being sowhat of an airhead.
A thought struck Ty. "Now that I think about it, it makes sense for the Demon King to have more than one child, considering how long he's been alive. It's only natural he'd have a few offspring."
This realization led him to ask, "How many kids does he have anyway?" His voice was tinged with curiosity.
She lifted her welding helt, pausing her work, and replied, "That should do for now. I'll need to weld more pieces once this dries. As for your question, he has 15 daughters."
She sighed a little, then continued, "I'm the seventh, and Elithira is the first, the most stuck-up of us all.
She always thinks she's better because she's usually working at the castle with father." Her tone carried a mix of annoyance and sibling rivalry as she rolled her eyes, reflecting on her sister's perceived superiority.
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