"Assassin Bee?" Noan was a little surprised to hear that, and frowned as he asked, "How do you know?"
"Because you have bee pollen on you," Elgar replied with a laugh. "It's a very faint scent, so faint that even a dog wouldn't be able to detect it."
"Only those who regularly use it as an ingredient in pill refining would be able to pick it up."
"Should I say you're unlucky or lucky? The Assassin Bee only sprinkles its pollen on targets it wants to track."
Noan frowned, trying to sniff himself, but couldn't detect any strange scent.
He then looked at Elgar and asked, "The Assassin Bee… is that the kind with a body as large as a human?"
"Ah! That's a high-grade Assassin Bee. That type is extremely rare, which is why I'm not sure whether you're lucky or just terribly unfortunate," Elgar shrugged.
"Normally, an Assassin Bee is only about the size of a five-year-old child. Of course, even then, their strength is around Stage 4 or 5, rank D."
