Kapitel 270: Seraphiel 2

Another muted silence ensued as she measured me up. I could see some semblance of hope emerging in her features. <Is she slow in the head, extremely careful, or is this natural for elves?!> I asked Ayame because the fact that every time she was asked a question she would hold a lengthy internal debate made me question her intelligence levels.

<Quinlan, she is the equivalent of an 18-year-old human girl who is about to be used as a sex slave for the next 1000 years of her life, because she will remain youthful for that long, longer if she keeps leveling up. This is the hardest conversation of her life to conduct. As far as she knows, we might just throw her into a brothel to service customers from dusk to dawn every single day for a millennium straight. So, please, let her be. And no, she is not stupid, her eyes are incredibly intelligent, and the elven race isn't slow either. They would've long since gone extinct otherwise.>