The old man continued to chuckle, his laughter resonating with warmth. "Do not mind her," he said to Nexus, still amused. "It is one of her many tricks for visitors. I hope you don't feel overwhelmed by it," he added, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.
"Oh no, sir," Nexus reassured him, his composure returning. "I was just trying to find the famous alchemist, Master Dracula, and I was directed here," he explained, seeking confirmation.
"I am Master Dracula," the old man declared, his smile revealing the kindness that seemed to radiate from him.
A realization dawned on Nexus, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and amusement. Abby was not the mysterious Dracula; she was merely the granddaughter of the true alchemist. Nexus's initial misjudgment transformed into a shared understanding of Abby's mischievous nature.
