The door was slowly opened.
Within the dimly lit room, there was a beautiful elf holding a chair in her hands, and she was just about to bring it crashing down onto the head of the fatso cowering in the corner.
Amy's little hand was still on the door handle, and she looked on with her mouth slightly agape. She was completely rooted to the spot as if she had been immobilized by fear.
Irina's chair faltered in its downward descend as she turned to look at Amy, and she was also rooted to the spot.
The half-elf little girl at the entrance of the room appeared to be three to four years old, and she was wearing a gorgeous purple dress. Her silver hair had been arranged into twin braids, and she was looking at her with a pair of watery blue eyes, looking as if she were rather frightened. Her pointy little ears were twitching nervously, and her intricate little face epitomized the word "adorkable".
