"Long ago, there was a clan called the Criella, about a hundred people who excelled in magic and magical tool knowledge," Croana began speaking quietly.
She lightly tightened her trembling body in his embrace. Raid had heard of the Criella clan before. To be precise, he had seen mentions of them in the ruins' inscriptions while playing an adventurer game… but that was all.
"Looking at this royal capital, it might be hard to believe, but the women of that clan were all flat-chested… When I was around six or seven years old and first became aware of myself, I already had this body."
"…At seven years old?"
"That's right. Surprising, isn't it? My height, my chest… and my knowledge too. Earlier I said I was outstanding from the age of thirteen, right? That's not a lie, but to be accurate, I simply 'knew' a lot of things. …It seems I was intentionally given this body by the clan. They deliberately induced atavism in me."
"Atavism…"
