Even the artistic style from thirty thousand years ago is known, and even the race of the room's owner was guessed.
Bishop Morgan nodded slightly, "An Su, this child might truly have a talent for alchemy. Generally, children who are sensitive to artefacts are suitable for joining the Alchemical Church."
The proctors observing from outside also showed an interested expression.
"Meow? (How do you know so much?)"
"Because my old man has an identical desk in his study," An Su replied calmly, "Every time he brags and boasts about it, he mentions this set. I've heard it so much I memorized this part."
"...." Silence fell both inside and outside the venue.
"Meow meow, meow meow. (So the owner of this room is a vampire... How did you deduce that?)"
"Because my dad is also a vampire," An Su said gravely, "Only blood-sucking vampires could use such an expensive desk."
"Meow. (You're really filial.)"
