July 21. Morning.
The residents of Twilight City suddenly discovered a centaur roamed around their territory.
The centaur had an exquisite and cute appearance. It was about 14 or 15 years old.
What surprised the residents was that the other party's words and actions were no different from that of a five or six-year-old child.
The residents were already a little surprised. But when the centaur called the Lord "father", it immediately caused a massive discussion.
"My Lord, you know how to play..." An elderly middle-aged man put his hand on his waist and looked envious.
"The lord must have claimed Miss Emily from somewhere, right? She looked like she was 14 or 15 years old... It can't be the Lord's child." A young lady mumbled with a pout.
"It doesn't matter if she's or not the Lord's biological daughter. Since the centaur called the Lord father, Miss Emily is our princess."
