"What the fuck? Are you a freaking fairy?"
Aether muttered with a mix of disbelief and shock, his brows twitching as his gaze fixed on the absurd scene in front of him.
Inside a strange birdcage, sat a tiny, purplish creature—barely the size of his index finger. She had small, delicate wings, an overly adorable face, and wore fluffy, frilly clothes that looked like they belonged to some magical toy rather than a real being.
She was perched angrily on one of the cage bars, cheeks puffed like an offended squirrel, glaring at Aether with eyes full of unfiltered rage.
"How dare you cage the mighty me, you insolent bastard!!"
Her high-pitched voice exploded with fury, completely opposite to her sickeningly cute appearance. The rage in her expression looked almost comical—like a kitten threatening to burn the world.
Aether blinked, stunned. "A-Are you sure... you're The
Grace?"
The veins on the tiny girl's forehead throbbed as she clenched her tiny fists,
