Elsie suddenly had an idea. "Master, could it be the opponent you met was..."
Royer faintly smiled. "So you still remember that idiot, uh? Yes, he was the strongest I had ever killed, but he was also the perfect target for me in my condition. Turns out even the fake could be used in the same way."
Werkel was puzzled. "What are you talking about? How are you still fine?"
Royer looked at him and the others. "My race has one advantage. We are able to absorb other experts of the same race to improve our condition and recover. It is a kind of cannibalism, but not something any of us would ever do lightly. That's because there are many, many ways where this could go wrong."
