"You want to learn Divine Arts?"
In the manor's bedroom, Philomena sat in front of her vanity, her nightgown half open, receiving people in a relaxed state, looking quizzically at her little boyfriend in the mirror.
Wayne stood behind Philomena, slowly wiping night cream on her, his expression serious and meticulous, as if guarding justice itself.
"Yeah, the Divine Art that transforms into an elf, I'm quite fond of elves, like such a beautiful elf as you."
"You have such a sweet mouth; let me taste it."
Philomena had a taste, finding the flavor endless and sweet indeed, love's fragrance was truly sweet. Laughing, she said, "What's the use of learning that for you? You can't become an elf."
The Ancient Gods were far more noble than elves. Wayne's evolution path was already determined, and it was not possible for him to be affected by a lower evolution.
"Just give it a try, what if it works."
"Alright, if you want to try and fail, I don't mind teaching you."