Although the term "youth" generally doesn't indicate a specific gender, the "youth" that Angel was pondering at this moment was referring to a male.
The person in front had long, smooth white hair, soft features, and even a petite stature. No matter how you looked at it, it resembled a young girl.
But the wizard's natural intuition could easily discern that this was merely a boy who appeared outwardly like a girl.
Angel silently gazed at the youth. After a few seconds, he coughed twice and said, "Perhaps I shouldn't have come to see you at this time?"
The youth casually picked up the mithril airgun beside him and pressed it a few times into the boiler. Seeing more mesmerizing mist emerging, he replied, "No, now is just right."
The youth's voice was very clear, but unless one was deaf, it was unmistakably a male voice.
Angel rubbed his chin and said in a slightly hesitant tone, "You're brewing Witch's Soup now, aren't you?"
