Elysia then explained a bit about her relationship with Sylvia to clear up any misunderstandings.
"I see, you are Sylvia's master? That makes a bit of sense." Dylan sighed, half believing and half unsure. So, his daughter was Elysia's disciple.
"Hum-mm, Ely is my sister too. But, your Ely is really silly. My father is so dense, and he wouldn't dare eat you alive. He couldn't beat you when your aura was still at Apprentice-level, and it became zero percent win now." Sylvia hugged Elysia in a hum.
"Well, since you kept your promise to take care of my daughter, of course I won't let you suffer. You are the first human that I don't hate." Dylan threw a Space Bag at Elysia.
"Ah-oh, thank you very much." Elysia opened her palms to receive the gift.
"Now, Ely. Since we are sisters, isn't it about time you called my father as your father also? You refer to the Pope as your Grandpa, so this makes sense, right?" Sylvia gently poked Elysia's cheek.
