Ellie Miller never expected such a wonderful thing to happen.
Who wouldn't love a big white horse with wings?
As soon as the Saint Macaron finished speaking, Ellie Miller had already planned the Pegasus herd's habitat in Kostanyn.
They would be kept on the lush green grounds in front of the castle!
By then, who wouldn't drool with envy at the sight of this large group of white Pegasi?
"Don't worry! Leave this to me!"
The Old Archsage Macaron breathed a sigh of relief at these words, "It's settled then!"
In front of the Old Archsage was a plate of pastries, with only one slime-green macaron left. His hand paused as he reached for it before enthusiastically pushing the plate towards Ellie Miller.
"This is a magic macaron, crafted by a Magic Dessert Master. Would you like to try it?"
The Duchess of Coldcrest, who was always curious about magical things, couldn't resist reaching out her small hand for the suspiciously colored macaron.
