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Who is she? Is she really just an elf traveling outside the Wind Forest? Sally thought to herself while clearing a table. Among the beings wandering on the continent outside of their respective territories, the elves probably took up the largest proportion.

Prior to the war among species, elves loved to roam the continent. Elves preferred a free and unrestrained lifestyle, so many of them were into traveling

However, as the elven hierarchy system was established, elves began to live in settlements like humans.

What was undeniable was that since those settlements had been created, the elven race had indeed become more powerful. Elves were forced to train and battle together, thereby creating powerful elven armies in a short span of time. That was quite a force to be reckoned with to other races.

During the earlier phases of the war among species, the elves had almost been chased out of the Wind Forest. The main reason for this was that most elves led nomadic lives, and weren’t used to working together. As such, they were unable to formulate an effective resistance against opposing armies.

There was a constant weigh-up between power and freedom that plagued the elven race, and to this day, Sally still couldn’t make up her mind on which she deemed to be more important.

As such, she was very curious about the elves who lived outside of the Wind Forest. What kind of lives did they lead? Were they happier than the elves in the Wind Forest? Those questions were what led her to escape from the Wind Forest in the first place.

Perhaps I can find an opportunity to talk to her, Sally thought to herself. She wanted to avoid the elves in the Wind Forest, but those outside the Wind Forest were subjects that she could approach.

“Father, can I have an ice cream? Just one will do.” Amy’s voice sounded from the entrance of the kitchen.

Amy held Ugly Duckling in her arms with her chin resting on Ugly Duckling’s little head. She was looking at Mag with a pitiable expression in her watery blue eyes, and her pointy little ears drooped as she pouted, putting on a display that said “I’ll cry if you don’t give me ice cream”.

Ugly Duckling was also looking up at Mag with an innocent expression.

They’ve learned to work together! Mag raised an eyebrow, and he felt as if his heart were about to melt! He wanted to give them everything they could possibly ask for! Even if they wanted the stars and moon in the sky, he would pluck those down for them! They were simply too adorable!

Mag opened his mouth to agree, but he hesitated upon recalling the events from the night prior. Amy had eaten too much ice cream the day before, and even though Xixi had cured her, the ordeal had taught him a good lesson, which was that he couldn’t spoil Amy and let have too much ice cream.

“You can have an ice cream cone, but if you eat too much, your tummy will hurt, so you’re only going to get one ice cream per day from now on. Are you sure you want to eat your ice cream for today now?” Mag asked with a smile.

“Just one a day?” Amy’s expression immediately fell as she begged, “Father, can I have one more a day? Just two a day is enough.”

“No.” Mag shook his head with a non-negotiable expression. Spoiling Amy excessively would only work to her detriment.

Amy looked at Mag for a while, and after confirming that she wouldn’t get a second ice cream, she heaved a resigned sigh and pouted as she said, “Just one ice cream a day; life is so hard.”

Mag almost burst into laughter upon hearing that. She was already learning the hardships of life, and it was all because of her one ice cream per day quota. Despite his amusement, he remained resolute, and said, “So, do you want to eat your ice cream for today now?”

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“I want a blueberry one!” Amy immediately blurted out in response. Her eyes lit up once again, and her pointy little ears also rose up as she looked at Mag with an expectant gaze. All of the disappointment in her heart had been completely wiped away.

“Blueberry? Sure, let me make a blueberry ice cream for my little baby.” Mag smiled as he quickly made a blueberry ice cream and handed it to Amy.

“Meow?” Ugly Duckling was placed on the ground by Amy, and it also looked up at Mag with an expectant gaze as it pointed at the ice cream machine with its paw.

“You only get one ice cream a day as well. Otherwise, you’re going to end up becoming a ball of ice cream, and you’ll get eaten.” Amy licked her ice cream as she looked down at Ugly Duckling with a serious expression.

“Meow~” Ugly Duckling was a little dejected to hear that, but it still conceded in the end.

Mag shook his head with a smile, but he agreed with Amy’s sentiment. If Ugly Duckling were allowed to eat whatever it wanted, obesity would be inevitable. As such, portion control was mandatory.

“So what flavor ice cream would you like today, Ugly Duckling?” Mag strode over to the ice cream machine and pointed at the mocha button, upon which Ugly Duckling shook its head. He then pointed to the vanilla and blueberry buttons, to which Ugly Duckling also shook its head.

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“So you want a chocolate one?” Mag asked.

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling immediately nodded with elation. It began to skip around in the kitchen, wagging its tail with excitement.

“Ugly Duckling, you have to remember that you’re a duck, not a dog! You’re not allowed to wag your tail like that,” Amy scolded.

Ugly Duckling immediately stopped wagging its tail, but it was still licking its lips with excitement at the sight of the chocolate ice cream in Mag’s hands.

“Go on.” Mag smiled as he placed the ice cream on Ugly Duckling’s little plate.

“Big Sister Shirley, this is ice cream. It looks super delicious, doesn’t it?” Amy held her ice cream carefully in her hands as she made her way over to Blour with a smile on her face.

Blour looked at the ice cream in Amy’s hand, only to see two blue balls stacked on top of each other. The color was very vibrant, and the surface of the balls was very smooth.

It snowed every winter in the Wind Forest, so she wasn’t intrigued by snowballs, but the snowballs in Amy’s hands appeared to be a little different from normal snowballs.

What’s a blueberry? Is that some kind of fruit? Will it really taste good to put stuff into snowballs? Blour was quite curious, but he still shook his head, and said, “The snowballs have very interesting colors, but I don’t want to eat them.”

“Really?” Amy was quite skeptical as she took a lick of her ice cream. The sweet and sour flavor melted in her mouth, and her face lit up with a blissful smile.