Sylvia had no inkling of what Eric was really asking.

She presumed he suspected her of peeking into the Combat Department's secrets, so she retorted, "Hey, listen, I'm practically part of the Combat Department, right? I even earned some credit on our trip to Catellon. Combat Department stuff is within my purview, even though I haven't actually looked, mind you!"

Eric raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I meant. I was wondering how... you managed to... have so many... techniques after giving birth to Yvette?"

Instantly, Sylvia blushed.

"O-Oh..." she stammered, taking Eric's hand. "Why ask so many questions? Just tell me if you like it or not!"

Eric cleared his throat, gazing at Sylvia. "And what about you?"

The body's reactions never lied. But Eric was simply curious how Sylvia had learned of those things.

However, no matter how he probed, Sylvia remained tight-lipped. It seemed speaking of it would tarnish her image.

But then again, Eric knew her inside out. What image mattered