Manual-Labor Elf vs. Gold-Farming NEET Fallen Angel

As soon as Gabi saw Priella, she covered her nose and waved her hand.

“What kind of elf is dirtier than a goblin that’s rolled around in the dirt? Ugh, what a smell.”

“W-what! You’re still as rude as ever! I’ve just returned from experiencing the sacredness of labor! A-and besides, elves are supposed to smell like the forest!”

Priella snapped at Gabi.

“Ugh, you smell like an old tree……. Granny elf.”

“G-granny?! You know our race has a long lifespan, so how dare you pick a fight over my age? If you think about it, you’re older than I am!”

Priella pointed accusingly at Gabi, outraged by the age attack.

But Gabi merely shrugged and smiled nonchalantly.

“What are you talking about? Angels don’t age physically in the first place, you know? Time flows differently for angels~. I’m eternally twenty.”

That didn’t sound like something the person who had been chain-smoking that morning with dark circles under her eyes should be saying...