"I offer this to Princess Your Majesty," he silently spoke in his heart.
Fallen Angel, Flower Fairy.
Flower Fairy... Luo Xiaohei blinked; the name seemed quite harmonious.
Flower Fairy, the little miss dancing within the beautiful sea of flowers, slim and with a gorgeous face, wearing a light green dance dress—the Druids also couldn't help but conjure up such a beautiful image in their minds.
In legends and fairy tales, the Flower Fairy was even more a sprite born from flowers.
Regardless, just hearing the name, it was definitely kinder and more beautiful than that Fallen Angel.
"That is the Flower Fairy roaming the human world—"
"Dancing in the sea of flowers, you are the pure white sprite, a blessing created by the Creator for all things,"
"You are the Apostle of Order for all beings, a pursuer of Radiance, a miracle of Druid life,"
"I call your name."
