Father, Am I Still A Three-Year-Old?
編輯: Henyee Translations
Mag looked at Babla's vibrant smile, and discovered for the first time that she actually looked quite adorable when she smiled. At the very least, she was much more adorable than when she was putting on her haughty facade.
However, when he thought about, she was a pampered princess who had lived all her life in a lavish palace, and had suddenly transmigrated to this world. For her to grow accustomed to this foreign world was indeed quite a difficult task. After all, there weren't guides constantly waiting for transmigrators like them.
Discrimination was never the answer.
It was just like how he wanted to change this world's perception of half-breed beings, but those xenophobic views were too deeply ingrained for him to make a difference in the short term.
Mag shook his head as he looked at Babla, and said, "But if you live here, there's no crystal bed or massive wardrobe for you. There isn't even a bed here!"