On the bank of Pond of Lust.
Just as Chinu was about to activate the cage, cold winds drifted by, carrying an unnatural chillness. His face turned pale and his body shivered in terror.
"You wouldn't do anything to harm our daddy, right?"
Like a specter, Lillian appeared in front of him, her index finger lightly pressed against his throat. Her finger was slender and enchanting; its beauty further amplified by her vibrant pink nail.
Despite this, all Chinu felt was absolute dread. Every cell in his body warned him of a deep crisis, saying that if she pressed her finger even an inch further, he would die.
Lillian patiently waited for a response. Her cute lips spread into a warm smile; making one feel a strong urge to embrace her, protect her.
But Chinu didn't dare trust the feeling emitting from her, and instead believed the deep crisis his body was warning him of.
"Y-yes," Chinu answered.
Lillian nodded happily.
