"It’s too hard to live."

Ginalou was crawling up to the high-rise building that Mila was living in.

"Princess!"

In contrast to the way Mila called Ginalou, she wasn't princess-like at all.

Ginalou was climbing up the building with messy hair, only wearing her pajamas and was barefooted.

"Princess!"

Mila's hair swirled wildly in the strong wind while she stood up on her balcony and waved her arms to get Ginalou's attention. She was so stunned that she ended up wondering, "Am I like this too when I first came to this world?"

"Princess! Please come back here!" she yelled, but the sound of the helicopter was overpowering her voice.

Ginalou wasn't looking down but only looking up and occasionally looking at the direction of the helicopter. She also waved her hand as if she was casting a spell, but of course nothing would appear.