1190 Your Darned Gentleness...

"Huh?"

Stunned, Mag looked at the young lady with a flaxen hair who was only at his chest-level in front of him. Her petite size was a little incompatible with the giant softness that he felt in his hands. This sudden collision with her two pieces of roundness really caught him off-guard.

That young lady lowered her head to look at the two hands on her chest and was also stunned. Afterward, she suddenly looked up at Mag.

Her slightly messy curled hair parted sideways, revealing a clean and delicate face. The little specks of freckles on her nose made her face look even more animated. Her bluish-gray eyes were filled with rage, and her pinkish-white orc ears pricked immediately like kitten ears, making her seem a little cute.