Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 266: If I See One, I’ll Kill One
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754- Another way of control part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
“Roel, how about this one?”
“… It’s still too loose.”
Inside the fitting room, Roel massaged his temples with one hand while holding a pair of oversized pants in the other. There was a frustrated yet helpless look on his face.
Given that his initial clothes were too big and dirty, learning from Lilian’s example, Roel started looking through the wardrobes in the villa and soon found a few servant clothes. The only problem was that they were too big for little Roel.
“Senior, is there anything smaller?”
“That’s already the smallest one. It looks like we can only alter it.”
Lilian took the pants from Roel’s hand and cut off the excess portion with a sharp mana edge she summoned at the tip of her finger.
“Bear with it for the time being. We’ll be able to buy more fitting clothes for you once we arrive at the next town.”
“Don’t worry about me. This isn’t anything much.”
Roel plopped onto a chair and watched as Lilian altered the pants with a serious look on her face. He thought about everything that had happened thus far before voicing out the question that had been lingering in his mind ever since he heard about Lilian’s plans for them.
“Senior, do we really have to leave?”
“…”
It was a concise question asked in a soft voice. Lilian’s movements immediately came to a halt. She quietly stared at the pants in her hands for a moment before nodding her head affirmatively.
“Yes, we have to leave.”
“… I see.”
Roel didn’t pose any rebuttal to Lilian’s decisive words since they already had this conversation earlier, but his lowered head showed a hint of disappointment.
It wasn’t easy for him to overcome the dangers in the Witness State, and the first thing he wanted to do was to meet his loved ones. The notion of having to part from them without being able to bid them goodbye made him unhappy.
Lilian could understand where he came from, but she wasn’t planning to budge on her stance.
Still, looking as he kicked his legs unhappily left her with an awful feeling inside. With a sigh, she put the pants aside, walked up to Roel, and kneeled down to
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