Hearing the young man's words, Cardinal Loki fell into a long silence.
"...Human?"
Eventually, Cardinal Loki couldn't help but sneer, "Do you even count as human, Bram?"
"If everyone who sees me believes I am human, then I am human,"
the young man called Bram just laughed indifferently.
He was lounging on the sofa with his leg crossed, smiling as he raised his head to look at Cardinal Loki, who stood in the center of the room, "If you can be called an Elf, then I can be called a human, can't I?"
"—It's the opposite, actually."
Cardinal Loki said coldly, "If I can be called an Elf, you should be called the Son of the Moon. And don't lump me in with you… I have received the Candle Master's forgiveness."
"Oh, forgiveness."
The young man imitated in an outlandish manner, sticking up his little finger and pitching his voice, "My, forgiveness!"
"—Bram Stoker!"
