. "Bang, bang, bang!" "Boom, pop!" Thunderbolts of magic missiles struck Paran one after another, knocking her whole body into the air, and then spun around in the air, crying like a mess.

These magic missiles are not all straight, they will refract halfway, they will turn around, and they will even fly over and then fly back again, and then continue to hit Paran's body.

This kind of low-level magic, Hugo can be used indefinitely, and the magic book "Boss Bee" will automatically supplement the magic power in the book to achieve the effect of infinitely suppressing the opponent.

However, no matter how much she messed around, Paran was still her sister, and this time her plot had completely failed, and Miss Hugo finally stopped the storm of magic missiles after fifteen minutes of shooting her, which meant that the punishment was over.

"Tell me, how did you steal the book out of my library. After the magic missile storm ended, Miss Hugo put away the magic guide book and began to interrogate her sister, who was not angry.

"Book, what book?" Paran looked at her sister with innocent eyes, this time she was not pretending, since the plot against Ulysses failed, she locked herself in this alchemy workshop, wholeheartedly refining the perfect quality of love medicine, how could she have time to do other things.

It's a pity that her great plan hasn't been launched yet, and the love pill that is the key prop has been destroyed, which is a pity!

"What kind of stupidity, who else but you would sneak up on books from the underground library. I didn't even notice how you managed to sneak there this time. "In Mademoiselle Hugo's memory, Paran had tried to steal books from her great library not once or twice, but countless times.

There were a few times she had succeeded, mostly using the strange potions she didn't know how to make to force through the entire library's defenses, and then snatching the books on the shelves and stealing them.

It's not actually stealing, it's more like robbing books, and every time she will quickly find out and accept sanctions.

Because most of the books placed in the library on the ground are not so important, even if they are precious, it is because of their theoretical value, and they don't have any power in themselves, and they were found immediately after being stolen, so she didn't pay attention to them.

However, the nature of the theft was different, not only were the extremely precious books stolen, but also the books were kept in the lowest level of the library.

Each of them has unique powers, and people who don't even know their properties are cursed as soon as they open them. The difficulty of stealing these books from the underground library without a sound sound was very different from the petty fights Paland had in the past.

"The library was stolen, who is so capable, I am so envious...... Ah, sister, I didn't steal it, I haven't found a way to get to the underground library yet. Paran looked fascinated at the appearance of the powerful thief, and recounted his innocence.

"It's really not you?" As an older sister, Miss Hugo still has some understanding of her sister, and she can't open her mouth when she is punished for this part, and she is not like her character of her messy sister.

As a researcher, she's actually very afraid of pain, and she's the kind of guy who can't stand the punishment at all.

"No! no!" Paran shook his head desperately, the great alchemist Palan dared to steal a few books and not admit it.

"If I had a way to sneak in there, I would definitely take all the books there in one go!"

"Die!" Miss Hugo kicked her sister away.

However, it also meant that she believed Paran and no longer saw her as a prisoner. She thought about it carefully, and found that if she succeeded in stealing the book with Palan's personality, she would have run away a long time ago, and she would not still be here waiting for her to catch her.

In other words, she should be innocent, but for daring to conspire against her sister and create such a perfect quality of love medicine, she should be punished by heaven for this alone.

With this question in mind, Miss Hugo left the alchemy workshop that had been reduced to ruins and began to search in other directions.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Palan, who crawled out of the ruined alchemy workshop, looked at his precious experimental materials and tools in distress, this time he was going to change his blood.

However, among them, the most distressing thing for her was naturally the love pill that had reached perfect quality, which was a masterpiece made by her own hands, and a dream pill that could charm everyone.

"It's a pity, is there anything left?" Hoping for what to do, Paran rummaged through the ruins, the flask used to make the love potion was specially made, and it shouldn't be so easy to break into pieces.

"Ah, there it is!" After some hard work, Paran got his wish and saw half of the flask.

In Miss Hugo's magical missile storm, the alchemy-reinforced flask did not survive in the end, leaving only a mutilated bottom and a small half-section of the bottle's walls.

"It's over...... " Paran threw away the half of the flask in frustration, the perfect quality love pill is a very precious potion, as long as it leaves the sealed environment, it will soon evaporate.

In this incomplete flask, there was not even a drop of perfect quality love potion in sight, and it was obvious that these precious potions had completely evaporated.

Well, something seems wrong? Paran stared at the mutilated half of the flask and pondered for a long time, but did not realize what was wrong, and finally gave up this useless thinking.

The most important dragon blood and Shakibas's blood to make love kitsch are gone, and no matter how genius you are, there is no way to recreate a perfect quality love kitsch without these two materials, so Palan has to think of other plans.

"Sister, what's wrong here?" Nanali's figure appeared in the alchemy workshop, looking at the ruined room with a look of surprise.

The chaotic floor, countless broken medicine bottles, and pieces of furniture scattered all over the place, it was like a typhoon.

"Ahaha, it's nothing, the experiment just failed. Here, help me clean up. Palan's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"No, I'm a little allergic to the smell here, sister, did you do any strange potions this time?" Nanali smelled a strange smell, she felt that the temperature of her blood had risen a lot more than usual, obviously because there were dangerous potions here.

However, it seems that none of the potions refined by Palan are used for healing.

"No, the experiment failed, and I had to do it all over again. Palan looked at the waste in front of him depressedly, and decided to carry forward the spirit of not giving up to rebuild his great alchemy workshop in the ruins.

Sister, don't underestimate people, a genius alchemist only needs materials, and he can refine miraculous potions anywhere.

The love pill has failed, she has more hole cards in her hand, and the battle is only now really beginning!

............ In a corner of the castle, Ulysses had finished reading all the books he had borrowed from the library, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

These books do not introduce any specific magic, but start from the most basic principles, analyze the composition of various magic little by little, and explain these magical phenomena from the lowest level.

Such a book is what Ulysses needs most, and now he has powerful magic powers, and he can easily cast the three systems of light, ice, and darkness, but he does not know much about the principles of his own magic.

Although they are all magic, the magic of these three systems comes from different places.

The light magic came from himself, and if he hadn't obtained the Book of the Demon King, it would have been the only magic that would have accompanied him for the rest of his life, but it was the most strange magic that Ulysses had now.

So far, he has not figured out why he can manipulate the power of the stars and make the countless stars emerge in his hands. In his hands, the power of starry sky magic was incredibly powerful, and even the eight-headed demon dragon Kasa was beaten to the point that the whole body was covered in holes.

Is this the power that all people who practice starry sky magic have? Ulysses definitely said no, because his enlightenment teacher of starry sky magic, Grand Elder Miradra of Winter Town, did not have such a power at all.

Now his starry sky magic has surpassed this teacher I don't know how many times. Although it should be affirmed that the blue is better than the blue, this starry sky magic was not obtained through his persistent cultivation, but suddenly came into his body after using the "key".

There was no cultivation process at all, and this starlight in the sky voluntarily came to his hands, jumping and flying with his wave of his hand, turning into a meteor attacking the enemy.

Dark magic comes from the Book of Demon Kings, and with the continuous improvement of the authority in the Book of Demon Kings, there are more and more powerful dark magic open to Ulysses, many of which are dark magic that he will never use, but there are also magic like the secret art of manipulating corpses, and the Child of Prayer that can come in handy in times of emergency.

After choosing the path of the Demon King, he no longer completely rejected these dark magics as he had in the past, but began to try to use those parts of it that could help him.

The magic of the ice system is the last and weakest, it comes from the gentle and great mother of the ice phoenix, it is because of the ice and snow essence she feeds, he has obtained the talent of the ice system, which is from the gift of the dreamy ice god bird, the mother's full love for the child.

After reading these books, although there are still many unexplained parts of starry sky magic and dark magic from another world, Ulysses already has some experience with the light magic he commonly uses and the ice magic he got from the ice phoenix mother.

The small white ball of light, the small black ball of black, and the little cold snowball, the three balls kept spinning around Ulysses' fingertips, colliding together from time to time, but there was no violent reaction.

This is the best way to practice basic magic, and to test the user's foundation.

The magic balls of three different attributes flew in the palm of Ulysses' hand, which meant that he had completely mastered the three systems of magic and could move forward to the next step, developing the three systems of mixed magic.

You must know that even a genius like Rasputin can only master the three systems of fire, thunder, and wind that are similar in nature and complement each other, while Ulysses has mastered a higher difficulty, including the legendary-level starry sky magic and the otherworldly dark magic that is not in this world.

Even the weakest ice magic is the inheritance of the overlord of the ice and snow world in this world, the lord of the ice sea, and the path to the supremacy of the power of the ice system.

It can be said that even without the abyss judgment, or even without the use of a sword at all, Ulysses is now a super magician, enough to obtain the highest seat in the wizards' guild, and can even embroider gold threads representing the supreme glory of the wizarding world on his cuffs with his comprehension of starry sky magic and otherworldly magic.

However, for Ulysses, these different magics are good companions to accompany him, and after saving Sister Mira with the "Child of Prayer", his discrimination against dark magic has also changed.

It's not what kind of magic is that matters, it's who uses it, and that's the answer Ulysses gets.

After completing his daily basic magic practice, Ulysses began to take out a log from the dark dimension and place it in front of him.

"One, two, three, four......" In the whisper of Ulysses, the rare legend of the Noble Phantasm, the "Cutting and Separation" series, appeared in his hand one after another.

It was the biggest gift he ever received in that legendary puppeteer's room in the City of Dolls. Unlike the other Phantasms he used, these Phantasms were not used for combat, and they existed to create soul-bearing items.

The Rose Maiden, the living puppet girls that Ulysses saw, were created little by little by them, and finally given souls.

Ulysses, of course, was still 108,000 miles away from that realm, but he was trying to get closer to that realm step by step. And his goal is to complete the perfect doll that the legendary anonymous puppeteer has not finished - Alice.

Only the truly white and immaculate soul and body, like white paper, without the slightest trace, can be dyed by any color, the perfect doll can become the carrier of Yulia, whose soul and body have been shattered.

So, it had to be created, the truly perfect doll, the pure white Alice.

Thankfully, unlike his clumsiness in learning magic, he is very talented at making dolls, and it can even be said that this is the strongest talent he has ever discovered.

The first time he picked up knives, scissors, silk threads, sandpaper, and other tools to face uncarved logs, he felt the voice of the soul, the voice that has been described countless times in books, and that countless craftsmen and craftsmen have dreamed of.

It is the sound of one's soul harmonizing with the colors that the work needs to express, and it is the sound that feels the pulse of the work before you start creating. A top craftsman may only hear such a voice once or twice in his life, and each time he hears this voice, it is a harbinger of the birth of the proudest work of his life.

And the vast majority of craftsmen may not even hear such a voice once in their lives.

The opportunity to hear this soul voice has nothing to do with the craftsman's own strength level and total amount of mana. Some hobbies are created by hand, and indeed reach the level of masters, and no matter what method is used, this voice cannot be heard, while some craftsmen who are even just commoners occasionally hear it.

After thousands of years of experience, it has been found that whether or not the voice can be heard seems to depend only on the creator's own burst of inspiration, and has little to do with anything else.

This sudden inspiration can be found in virtually any profession, except that craftsmen and craftsmen turn it into a work, and magicians and swordsmen turn it into new tricks or magic.

Ulysses heard this when he picked up a tool to create his first work.

And, more than once, almost every time he was creating a puppet, he could hear such a voice.

After receiving the "Cut and Separate" set of attributeless treasures from that hut, this soul-like voice became clearer and clearer, allowing him to create good works every time.

Ulysses didn't know that his works, which were just for practice and "good" in his eyes, had caused a storm throughout the Northland, and Master Arrow, who had monopolized those lovely dolls, was now being chased and intercepted by people, and if he weren't a necromancy, he would have been burned to ashes by countless jealous eyes.

In the black market, Ulysses' puppet girl has been hyped to a sky-high price, becoming a truly priceless legend.

All those who have seen those puppet girls unanimously affirm that these beautiful puppet girls possess spirituality and are the only masterpieces in the world. Only the best grandmaster-level puppet masters, in the pinnacle of life, can create them.

They are masterpieces that will leave a name on history, treasures that God has given to mankind again after the great destruction of the art of ancient language and magic. The unknown master who created these puppet girls will surely become another monument in the history of human art for those who come after to look up.

Ulysses was naturally unaware of these evaluations, and he was simply practicing to create Alice, and did not think about anything else.

At this moment, he is also in the same mood, starting with the most basic small dolls.

Picking up the knife, Ulysses carved out the outline of the girl little by little, and in the past, he probably used to carve the girl in the picture book he got from Master Arrow as a prototype.

But this time he chose another girl, and it happened to be the eldest of the three sisters in this castle. There is no complicated reason, just because she impressed him the most, and that intellectual beauty gave him an impulse to create.

For puppeteers, such an impulse is often a harbinger of the birth of a good work, and Ulysses feels this way.

The voice from the soul was clearer and more moving than usual, as if the beautiful lady was beside her.

Gathering his breath and concentrating, Ulysses picked up the scissors and gently cut off the excess wood, after the initial operation, the outline of the eldest lady has faintly emerged, and then it needs to be more finely carved until the lifelike eldest lady is born.

Every process in this process can not be wrong, often just an inadvertent hand tremor, what could have been a good work has a defect. This is something that would happen to a normal beginner puppeteer, but Ulysses doesn't allow that to happen.

Even the most basic doll girl can't be perfect, so it's just a complete delusion for him to complete Alice, which is a dream doll that is perfect both in soul and body.

When the creation began, there was no way to stop it easily, and Ulysses, who was just thinking of practicing a little, quickly devoted himself to this creation, and did not even notice that Miss Hugo was passing by the stairs above the castle.

However, Ulysses did not notice Miss Hugo, but Miss Hugo did.

At first, she thought that Ulysses was just carving puppets to pass the time, because no matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary piece of wood, and this material could not be carved very well.

However, when Ulysses picked up the "Cutting and Separation" series and began to sculpt, Miss Hugo could no longer move her feet, as if someone had nailed her to the ground.

She watched in disbelief as Ulysses used the knife to cut through the woody, ordinary raw material. She could feel that with the movement of Ulysses' fingers, the otherwise ordinary piece of wood was undergoing some kind of radical change.

It is a process of transformation from the ubiquitous ordinary wood to the legendary work, in which the material of ordinary texture is endowed with colors that are incomprehensible to humans, but can be instinctively perceived as beautiful.

It is the essence of art known as "spirituality", something that countless artists dream of appearing in their work, and for which they will pay any price.

In order to create works with spirituality, some people choose medicine, some choose magic, it can be said that they are truly unscrupulous, but there are very few who succeed.

Spiritual works are so elusive, and after a long period of time, these works can even possess all kinds of incredible powers. Many of the treasures that humans first used were transformed from such works.

It can be said that any item with spirituality is the prototype of a treasure pantasm, and among them, there is a powerful work of art, and there is even a legend that it is automatically upgraded to a treasure pantasm. A fantasy work like the Rose Maiden has become a legend because it carries a treasure in itself.

As an avid doll lover, Miss Hugo is very clear about the level of dolls, and the top level is naturally the legendary Rose Maiden, which is a work that countless people think is impossible for human beings to create, and it is a dream left by gods or demons in the human world.

Second only to the Rose Maiden is a doll with spirituality, a doll that may turn into a treasure after a long time, a miracle that can only be created by a puppeteer with the highest skill who burns his soul.

However, at this very moment, a miracle happened in front of Miss Hugo's eyes, and she witnessed the moment when the miracle was created.

And such a "miracle" did not appear on the most precious wood in the world, the most ornate workbench, but only on the wall of her castle, an ordinary piece of wood, a prince who had come from afar.

With his dexterous fingers and the neat set of tools, the ubiquitous piece of wood was given a new lease of life, and the silhouette of a small maiden slowly appeared.

Beautiful and full of aura of long hair, Yuxue's cute, flawless face, slender figure, full of intellectual style of clothing...... "Huh?" The more Miss Hugo looked, the more she found that this girl carved by Prince Ulysses was very much like herself.

However, she immediately covered her mouth, for fear that her voice would disturb Ulysses in the creation. She knew the taboo of a puppeteer to create the best work, and she would never forgive herself if her voice had failed such a perfect and spiritual work.

Fortunately, Ulysses didn't notice the voice from above, and today he didn't know why it was so good, and he put more energy into his creation than ever before, so much so that he forgot why he was here, and entered the creative state wholeheartedly.

For Miss Hugo, Ulysses in her creation is very beautiful, a kind of beauty that has accumulated countless inspiration and knowledge, and the beauty of constantly improving the works in her hands towards the most perfect realm.

Watching the puppet girl who was exactly like herself being born in the hands of Ulysses little by little, Miss Hugo had the illusion of another self being reborn in this world.

Much smaller, though made of the most ordinary wood, the girl seemed to have attracted a part of her soul. Looking at the puppet girl, Miss Hugo seemed to feel Ulysses' hand moving over her, removing the imperfect parts of her children little by little, and reaching a state of perfection.

Ulysses' hand touched the doll girl's skin, Miss Hugo's body also had the same touch, Ulysses's knife gently cut the gap between her clothes, and the ribbon on Miss Hugo's chest also trembled when it was cut; everything Ulysses did to the doll girl, Miss Hugo faithfully reflected it with her body.

It was another soul voice, it was the emotion of watching another Miss Hugo who had been created, it was the trembling of her whole heart and soul as she witnessed the birth of what she dreamed of.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" three cute pink flags unfurled shyly around Ulysses in a row, and then vanished into the wind as phantoms.

It's a pity that Ulysses didn't notice this crucial detail at all, and now he is so engrossed in the creation of Miss Hugo's puppet that he completely forgets everything about the real world.

The Cut & Separation series has an incredible power that allows even the most ordinary woods to be of better quality after they have been processed. Of course, it is Ulysses himself who plays a crucial role in this, and cutting and separating is only a tool, and even if it can change the quality of the material, it will not give the material spirituality.

What really turns raw materials into works of art and gives spirituality to works of art will only be the careful creation of the creator, not any special tools.

And just like that, before I knew it, it was getting dark.

However, Ulysses did not perceive the darkness, he already had dark vision, not to mention that at the moment there were three beautiful dolls floating in the sky above him.

Unlike the dolls who have been spiritualized by their physical objects, they are war spirits born from the Wizard Book and are one of Miss Hugo's most beloved collectibles.

However, this time the summoning was not for war, but for Ulysses to light the lamp in the darkness, and that intense light was not even lost to the sun during the day, illuminating this otherwise very remote corner.

"Ding. "When Miss Hugo specially summoned her war dolls to light the lights in the darkness for Ulysses, another shy little flag was erected beside Ulysses, and then unfurled like a flower.

She came quietly, and then disappeared quietly, leaving only the shy minds of the maidens beside Ulysses.

"Well, I guess so. Ulysses was completely oblivious to this extraordinary state of affairs, and this time it took longer than he had imagined, and the sense of accomplishment he gained was even stronger.

This puppet girl based on Miss Hugo has reached the highest level of small dolls in every aspect, and even if the scope is expanded to a full-body doll, only Sissi's unexpected work can be compared to it.

The basic appearance, the inner spirituality, and even the skirt and ribbon are perfectly presented, which is the most outstanding work that Ulysses has ever completed.

If the previous works seemed to Ulysses to be able to barely sell them to support himself, then even he wanted to collect one of the girls he created this time.

For Ulysses, who is seriously disqualified in his ability to appreciate artistic value, this is already quite a high self-evaluation.

However, she was not finished yet, and she was missing the last and most spiritual part—the eyes. For a puppet girl, not having a pair of beautiful eyes is equivalent to missing half of the soul.

Ulysses, of course, would not have made such a low-level mistake, and when all the other parts were finished, he sat quietly by the castle wall, stopped all movements, and thought about something very seriously.

Miss Hugo, who was behind Ulysses, also remained motionless, nervously waiting for the final part to be completed. Because of Ulysses's dreamlike creative process, she already had infinite imagination and anticipation for the final result.

The night was extra long in Miss Hugo's heart, but she had no complaints.

She was waiting, waiting for a result, one that made her blush and heartbeat, and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

This night, which was almost non-existent in Ulysses' senses, had lost its meaning to him since the creation of the doll based on Miss Hugo.

Ulysses was also waiting, waiting for the moment when the smile and gesture of Miss Hugo in his mind would all appear clearly, and then turn into a pair of beautiful eyes.

What kind of eyes would that be?

Soft and as calm as the sea, the eyes that don't need any words to convey their hearts.

Gentleness, like the vigorous wind blowing in spring, makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, happy eyes.

Mystery, like the countless shelves stacked on top of each other, the eyes of wisdom peculiar to the owner of the Great Library.

Proud, self-confidence like a princess, full of grace, and tolerant eyes that can understand others and tolerate others.

These were the eyes of Miss Hugo, but any one of them was only a part of her, and what Ulysses wanted to find was the most beautiful eye, the most beautiful eye that belonged to her, not affected by any other factors.

In the end, all the memories were frozen in the same picture, which was the moment when he met her for the first time after coming to this castle.

He pushed open the white door and saw her in the sunlight.

She sat in the center of the bookshelf in a blue dress, holding an old book embroidered with gold thread in her hand.

In her eyes, she could no longer see anything other than the book in her hand. As she reads the book, she seems to be separated from the world, both physically and mentally immersed in another isolated Gensukyo.

It was her absolute domain, a truly large library that no one could enter, a Gensokyo specialty.

From the skylight, the sunlight with summer colors slowly fell, making her body exude a soft gold, and the snow-white skin and deep black hair made it even more moving.

She was the only one in the entire library, and the entire library, together with the sunlight that came to the library, seemed to exist only for her, filling this small world with that warm color.

It was a painting, a beautiful and warm painting, a famous painting of a lovely lady immersed in her own world in her own library.

For Ulysses, it was the most beautiful she he had ever seen, the only lady in the castle.

With the idea over and the impression complete, Ulysses opened his eyes and began to quickly take out a black gem, and then began to separate it with cutting.

And at this time, Miss Hugo had been waiting for him all night. During this night, Mademoiselle Hugo did not leave a single step, and from the moment she saw Ulysses begin to create, she had been standing in that place, watching his every move with soft and wistful eyes.

Conceiving the most beautiful moment of Miss Hugo's eyes was just a time for Ulysses to close his eyes and meditate, but in the real world it was a full night. During the night, Miss Hugo stood silently on the stairs behind Ulysses, waiting for the final result.

Perhaps, the result is not so important, but this silent waiting intention has revealed too much information.

With the soft sound of "Boom!boom!", the black gem split in two in Ulysses' hand, and then began to change shape rapidly.

The night had come to an end, and the dawn seemed to be imminent, but it was also the darkest hour, and there was hardly any light to be seen outside the castle, only countless shadows floating in the darkness, like ghosts in fairy tales.

But Ulysses was surrounded by light, the light that emanated from the war dolls on his head, the aura of magic.

The blonde Sotya, the red-clad Leia, and the white Ashri, all of these magical spirits who had only appeared for war, all shone a gentle light on Ulysses at this moment, driving away all the darkness for him.

Their minds, that is, the minds of Miss Hugo, before she knew it, had been completely intoxicated by the art brought by Ulysses, and the puppet girl born in the hands of Ulysses gave her unprecedented happiness.

For it was no one else, but herself, and as if the doppelganger of her soul had been born in the hands of Ulysses, Miss Hugo's whole body was so excited that she could not help herself.

Finally, at the same time that the first rays of dawn shot out from the end of the horizon, the last step of Ulysses was completed.

It was a pair of eyes that were deep and soft, wise and mysterious, and haughty and gentle, and that was exactly what Ulysses saw as Miss Hugo, the master of the Great Library, the princess of the three sisters.

The moment Ulysses placed the pair of black eyes in the blank eyes of the doll girl, the first rays of dawn fell on the pair of eyes.

So, a light appeared in the puppet girl's eyes, a lovely light full of spirituality, a light full of wisdom, a great light that would never appear in a mortal work.

She is unique in the world!

She is one of a kind!

She's otherworldly!

She is such a beautiful and cute, smart and what kind of little puppet girl.

"It's done!" Ulysses looked at the puppet girl he had completed based on Miss Hugo, which was really a good work, even he thought so.

"Great!" Miss Hugo, who was on the side, was even more excited than Ulysses, who had been so nervous that she didn't dare to move all night after disturbing Ulysses, she jumped directly down the steps of the castle, and then hugged Ulysses.

"Ahh

Of course, that kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen in front of Miss Hugo, who has witnessed the birth of this miracle girl from beginning to end, she has already seen her as another self, how can she be hurt a little.

She held her tightly, even Ulysses' hand. Because of the excitement, her hands trembled a little, and even a lot of sweat appeared on her skin.

"Bang!" the two fell to the ground together, but the puppet girl who was held by the two of them was intact, because they both protected the petite and cute little girl well.

In the early morning sun, the newborn little Hugo looked at the two people holding each other's hands and falling together with smiling eyes.

Another small pink flag fluttered in the wind in the sun, and the position was exactly where the two held hands, as if connecting the hearts of the two people, unfolded shyly, and finally turned into a beautiful shadow to bless this fateful pair.

Of course, one of them didn't realize anything, he just looked curiously at the flag that suddenly appeared and disappeared, and silently counted the numbers where it appeared.

It seems that when I was with this eldest lady, I had already seen this kind of flag three times.

Of course, this answer is wrong.

(To be continued)