Light blue sky, clouds swimming in a straight line, the sun is slightly peeking - it surely is a good day.
Walking around with her handy dandy notebook and a very large tote bag, a cute blonde girl is happily strolling. At least, that is what she wants to project. The large fishtail peeking from her tote bag emphasized the image she wanted to project.
As the head of the information department for Violeta Service Union, aside from leading a team to gather information and inspect establishments, this girl herself checks upon different shops in the city. This girl is Elle Schultz.
Elle Schultz is in her commoner girl facade. Aside from being cleaner than a usual commoner which is kind of a flaw in her disguise, her demeanor, and actions tell that she is a commoner. That is how good she is.
For why she told Morbius about her secret persona, it is because she revealed too much by helping him. She went overboard in giving information that it felt unnatural. What is the point of hiding? Well, Morbius doesn't look like someone that would do shady things.
The cake Morbius gave her yesterday is surprisingly good. She did not have a prejudice against old men, but she did not expect to eat a high-class cake baked by an old bone.
Today, she decided to reciprocate the old man's kindness. She brought with her some high-quality S-rank tuna. That is an exaggeration though. There is no such thing as S-rank tuna, but tuna is still great.
'Maybe, he'd cook for me as well. Ahhh, I'm famished.'
Elle's family is based in the capital and she was given a task to work here in Misha City. She keeps repeating to Morbius that she was of marrying age, but in fact, she is past the age when nobles marry.
Noble? She is a noblewoman of the Schultz family. For the rank of the Schultz patriarch, only Elle knows.
She walked the streets until she reached a sturdy-looking wooden house that emanates warmness especially during good days like this. She knocked on the door.
'Hmmm... Asleep?'
Again, she knocked but a bit louder.
'Hmmm... Doing manly things?'
She knocked again with the same intensity, but more frequently.
'Hmmm... Oh my gosh! Did I just went to a man's house while he is feasting on the forbidden fruit of adulthood with a woman in her late 40's behind her husband's back?'
"Ahchoo!" Suddenly, a loud sneeze could be heard inside the house.
Suddenly the door opened and a man's mumbling could be heard. It is quite audible. "Did someone think something rude about me?"
"Eh? Who-" Elle who was overthinking things a while ago became flabbergasted by what she is seeing right now. 'Did he feast with this young man's fruit? Kyaaaah! This is intense.'
The man looked at her with a half-asleep face. The man is rubbing his eyes trying to get rid of his sleepiness. 'I feel someone thinking rude things about me.'
He looked at the girl and was a bit surprised at how early she came. "Oh! Young Elle... you came. Sup?"
Elle's surprise this morning seems to be endless. This silver-haired stranger who came out of her acquaintance's house suddenly treated her with familiarity.
"W-wh-who might you be, sir? Did I get the address wrong? But, this seems to be Morbius Hunt's house. Are you his grandson? Or son? Or... O-or-or his b-bo-boy toy? Kyaaahhh forbidden love. I need to file a report on this. This will affect the city's birth rate."
Hearing Elle's lightspeed barrage of questions and baseless assumptions, Morbius's eyelid twitched. He frowned. It is early in the morning and he had yet to have his breakfast.
"What the fuck are you talking about, kiddo! What boytoy you shithead! Are you on narcotics?" Morbius rant. He could not understand what is running inside this girl's mind.
Elle is slightly embarrassed by her wild imagination and turned a bit red. "Then are you his grandson, son, or relative?"
Morbius from enraged to confused wanted to break open this girl's skull and check her mental state. "What relative? Are you crazy? It's me, Morbius Hunt."
"Me? Crazy? You are crazy! Morbius is an old geezer. On the other hand, you are a handso- young man. You don't look like a 70-year-old bachelor."
"Of course I'm old. I am older than your whole family tree combined. What young? Are your eyes defective?"
Elle is currently infuriated by this pretender. If this guy doesn't stop his antics, she would be forced to enforce the law with her own hands.
Identity theft might not be a big crime, but crime is still a crime. People who commit crimes no matter how handsome they are were criminals. Inside her bag (not the tote bag with tuna), she tried to find her license card. She plans to threaten this criminal and spit the whereabouts of her acquaintance - Morbius.
As she took out the license, an object accidentally came out along with her hand and almost fell until the young man caught it. His reflexes were fast. He wanted to return the object, but Elle took a step back.
"A-a-are you planning to assault me?!"
Morbius just sighed and treated this scene as another weird day. Maybe this kid is having an episode. He doesn't know what runs inside young people's brains. 'Maybe it is what we oldies call generation gap.'
He sighed again and looked at the object he caught. As his eyes glance at it, he was shocked.
"Th-this!" Surprise, shock, and everything synonymous could describe the look on his face. It is not caused by the object, but by what was reflected by the object. What he caught is a mirror and when he looked at it, he could see his face.
"I-I-I am younger?" That is right. At this moment he suddenly realized what is going on. It is not that Elle is weird, but he is weird.
Morbius looked at Elle's eyes and walked fast towards Elle. Elle's reaction was quite slow. Before she could voice her concerns, her hands were held by Morbius and his hands covered her mouth.
'Eh?' Elle got confused and panicked at the same time.
Before she could even release a muffled sound, they vanished and she was forcefully brought inside the house - A man's house - the den of a wolf.
'Mom, it seems that I'll finally be a full-fledged woman.' With slight tears on her eyes, unknowingly, Elle surrendered to her fate.