Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 457.2: The Sculpture that Was Left Behind (2)

While Roel was deep in thought, Alicia entered the commander tent with a teacup in hand, only to pause at the sight of the black-haired boy sitting on a chair.

“Lord Brother, did you… become smaller?”

“Ah?”

It was also then that Roel realized his transformation. He lifted his arms and noticed that his clothes had gotten much larger. His hair was also longer than before.

“Haa, I guess there’s no avoiding the side effects. Luckily, my age regression appears to be milder this time, so it shouldn’t last too long,” said Roel.

As he didn’t have to sustain Time Devourer for too long against Layton, the side effect that diminished his cognitive ability didn’t occur. His physical body had also only regressed for around a year or two. Overall, it didn’t pose much of a problem.

Instead, the fractures and internal bleeding he was suffering from were much more troublesome.

Thus, Roel didn’t think much of it and continued focusing his attention on deciphering the secrets behind the crystal.

However, the other person in the room wasn’t as nonchalant about the situation. Alicia’s face had already started to redden, and her breathing hastened in excitement.

This is a Lord Brother who is of the same age as me!

To her, the age regressed Roel was almost like a limited-time collectible. More importantly, she was the only one who was here with him!

“Lord Brother, may I ask you to stand up for a moment?”

“Hm? Sure, I could do that. Is there anything you need from me?”

Roel acceded to her request and rose to his feet.

Alicia first placed the teacup on the table before walking up to Roel. She stopped right in front of him and straightened her posture.

“… Lord Brother is still taller than me.”

“Ah, is that what you’re concerned with? You were much taller than me the last time I regressed.”

“It’s unfair that you’re older. Still, I’m happy to be able to see an underaged Lord Brother again. Hehehe,” Alicia said as the edges of her lips inched upward to form a smile.

She couldn’t resist the urge to lightly poke Roel’s cheeks.

Roel sighed softly in response to Ali

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