"Brother?"
"Let's see."
I'm not fifty-nine... I'm about twenty-five, and that child looks barely over ten.
The age difference is more than ten years. Of course, that's possible. In families with many children, it's common for the age gap between the eldest and the youngest to exceed ten years. The problem is that this body, Seoryang, has no blood relatives in the Divine Sect. So, that girl isn't a blood relative either.
But calling me brother? Is this body in a position to be called brother by anyone?
"Huh?"
"Fifth?"
"..."
"No, seventh! So, you're the youngest?"
"Yes."
The girl bowed her head again. Seoryang flinched unknowingly. His hand unconsciously rose to his chest. It felt like a direct hit to the heart.
'Isn't she completely...'
Isn't her existence itself a myth? She seems like a beautiful attendant who descended from the side of a celestial being. Just receiving her greeting makes me feel so honored that I don't know what to do.
'Dangerous!'
Dangerous... I don't know why, but it's really dangerous... It's not that the girl is dangerous, but I feel I'm in danger. No, anyone who sees the girl would think they are in danger.
Why?
'Isn't she too cute?'