Having a Flat Chest is Also a Disease!
Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag rode his bicycle toward the restaurant with furrowed brows as he contemplated his trip to Rodu.
It appeared that the trip was unavoidable—that much was certain. As such, the most important thing was to ensure a higher level of safety, and that his true identity as Alex wouldn't be exposed.
His enemies were too powerful; if his cover were to be blown as he currently was, there was no way that he would be able to survive.
"Under the bridge in front of my door, a brood of ducks swims by…" Amy sat on the backseat with a joyful expression, singing a song about counting ducks. She appeared to be in a very good mood.
Meanwhile, Ugly Duckling was lying in the bicycle's basket, rolling from side to side with a suicidal expression while suppressing the urge to barf.
"Father, do you like my singing?" Amy suddenly cut off Mag's train of thought.