“Look at what your Fantasia did to me!” Lilly pouts angrily. “Your mixture has caused a few among us to change appearance. I can't wear my favourite clothes like this.” Lilly tries to regain her composure and clears her throat.
“It wouldn't be hard for someone of your level to make an imitation Fantasia, but it didn't quite work out like you had expected, did it? What you made wasn't Fantasia, its effects differ. The party we held in celebration of the holidays was a perfect time to test your new creation, but it didn't work until a few days later.”
A well put together deduction, I expect no less from my companion. “Noel Farlon, what do you say to these accusations?” There is little reaction. He gives us a gentle smile before reacting. “Aye. I guess that about sums it up. I admit. Nothing escapes the two of you. Impressive work as always.” A admittance I wasn't quite expecting. He doesn't seem surprised or scared at all that we were able to uncover his secret. “Why did you do it?”