"I'll go."

Looking at Ogre's outfit, even Mima started to feel that the clothes she bought were too flashy.

But she knew it was an illusion—when someone is good-looking, anything they wear looks good.@@novelbin@@

'If the girl who sparked the Trojan War looked like this, it wouldn't be surprising. Even the legendary succubus couldn't compare.'

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Mima silently admired and lamented in her heart.

Admiring the beauty, lamenting the identity.

When transcendent beauty falls upon an ordinary person, it's often not a blessing but a disaster, like obtaining a treasure that doesn't belong to you.

"Aunt Mima." Seeing the door open for the third time, Macal smiled, "Is Miss Geling okay?"

Macal felt more pity than anything else for Geling.

After all, Ogre was in disguise at the time—his altered face wasn't as attractive.

"Brother Geling is fine, give me the stuff." Mima pretended to be enthusiastic as she took the basket from Macal's hands.

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