"No matter what you just said, please shout it again immediately."
"No."
She smiled, lifted the hem of her pristine white dress, and twirled.
"But—"
The Golden Elf blinked, half-closing one eye, the cunning in the other eye deepened a bit.
"If Shiayar you're willing to accompany me back to the Lost Island, I'll call you that every day."
Whew—
Shiayar let out a long breath.
I must admit, the cuteness of the youthful Master is quite terrifying in exercising self-restraint.
If it were someone else, it might be okay.
However, Shiayar has seen Hathaway from childhood, with such majesty and solemnity on the future throne, mysterious and indescribably beautiful.
This stark contrast is purely a double-edged attack exclusive to Shiayar.
Quite aesthetic like a purple-haired old lady poking through a happy lamppost king.
But indeed.
According to the Mercury Serpent's statement, the lifespan of supernatural races in the Shining Era is extremely long.
