Bab 347: Hunting a Wyvern(2)

Desmond's smile formed a tinge of awkwardness as he glanced at his sister, Alice. With a flicker of his magical prowess, he summoned a surge of power, channeling it into his hands. As if guided by invisible hands, his beard and mustache were effortlessly transformed into mere memories, revealing a clean-shaven face that exuded youthful handsomeness.

"Now, what do you think?" Desmond asked, his body bending slightly as he extended his arms. Simultaneously, a swirling current of natural energy enveloped his figure, manifesting into slender streams of water that delicately cleansed away any lingering stench, leaving him refreshed and revitalized.