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"Wait, little Geling."

As Ogre wrapped his scarf and donned his thick cloak, Mima called out to him.

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Mima handed him a pair of thick cotton tights.

The weather had turned chilly, and she was worried about the little girl's legs getting cold—it's fine for young girls to want to look pretty, but not at the expense of their health.

If Ogre knew what Mima was thinking, he would probably find it amusing—he had no desire to wear those tight white stockings.

If he had a choice, he'd prefer his leather pants sewn with Demon Swamp Crocodile skin.

"Miss Geling, put them on. It's not good to catch a cold. I'll wait for you outside."

Although Macal preferred Ogre in white stockings, he supported Aunt Mima for the sake of 'Miss Geling's' health.

"What a pity, such a pretty girl has to be hidden."

Maggie had always wanted to pinch Ogre's cheeks—to see if that dewy skin was really as soft as it looked.

But considering that it seemed too much like bullying, Maggie restrained her odd desire.

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