"Another boring day," Sally said, swinging her slim legs over the edge of the roof, her hands by her sides, and her white dress outlining her beautiful curves. She was looking up at the sky, watching as two little birds flew away into the distance.
Suddenly, her stomach rumbled. She touched her empty belly, her eyes sad. "Sweet tofu pudding, Yangzhou fried rice! When do I get to eat them again?" she muttered.
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"Take her back by force?" Yngwie said, smiling sarcastically. "Are you sure you want to fight a 7th-tier magic caster and possibly the future queen?"
"No, Lord Yngwie." Earvin's face changed instantly now that the old elf pointed it out. He had been too excited to think straight.
A 4th-tier and a 7th-tier magic caster might not be able to get the better of the talented Sally, let alone take her back unharmed.
To think that I suggested to take her back by force!
