"A Centaur transformed into a human form?"
"No, she was originally a pure human being, a descendant of the former royal lineage of the Tidal Empire, just that after a series of irreversible changes, she can no longer return to a human appearance."
"Then—"
"First, give her some clothes."
"Oh, of course."
After Helen put on a dress, aside from her skin being so pale it was almost unnatural, she looked no different from any other person, appearing like a noble young lady around fifteen or sixteen years old.
In the sorcerer world, there were plenty of individuals with peculiar appearances, this wouldn't affect her daily life.
"Mentor." Helen approached with grace, her expression returning to the usual coolness.
"No other major issues?"
"I'm fine."
"Good, let me check you out." Ivan looked her over without any reservation, plainly stating his request, a check that obviously meant a thorough examination to the marrow and soul.
Helen did not refuse.
