Prince Aesril sat over a cold chair pressed with vines made out of his mana. In his hand he held a vial, opened without the cork, full of red dust.
"Burner," Prince Aesril muttered what had Jack told him. Under the Mask of Careé, he could not contain himself of anger and pity. "Oh, humans, you had enough. Yet you wanted more."
He frowned, his human appearance hasn't changed with his mana constantly injecting into the magical item. Who would have thought that a traitor to the human was mingling together with them? He fingered his chestnut hair, he was trying to imitate humans as he saw them doing the gesture whenever they were trying to impress the opposite sex. High nose sniffing the red dust which made his Elvian body shivered. He felt the moment he breathe a speck of the red dust, his mana went violent that he could barely control.
The room he was staying in was of Captain Creft's cabin. Was.
