Romulus chuckled awkwardly at the bombardment of questions, whereas Frostella derived greater amusement from his troubles. She lay perched atop his head, with her plump breasts calling the upper part of his head their home. Although Romulus didn't know how she kept secretly slipping out of the crystal, he focused on the anxious old man first.
Answering the old man's questions, he said, "Even though your injuries are indeed tough to heal, I should be able to get you above 90% within the next minute or so. Of course, there is nothing I can do about your rapidly deteriorating lifespan right now, but once I get an S-Rank Healing Skill to SS-Rank, I should be able to artificially prolong your life by a few times your predicted lifespan."
"You can really do that—!?"
"As for your daughter; I just met her a few minutes ago," Romulus interrupted. "That is where I met the Draknar Prince trying to force himself on her and Elana."
