Qin Chu’s face rely wore a light smile, "Congratulations, Prince Milo."
"Now, you don’t have to worry about Alfred despising you, after all, the current Prince Milo perfectly fits the description of ’nation’s beauty’."
Indeed, after shedding his full body of fluff, Milo’s true appearance was fully revealed.
Having three beautiful sisters like Suna, Fini, and Selma, it was impossible for Milo, as the eldest sibling, to be unattractive.
How should I put it? Different from the strong, dashing beauty one might imagine, that face, with its rounded curves, carried an incredible gentleness.
It wasn’t shockingly beautiful, but it gave off a very inclusive, warm, soft, and comfortable feeling.
Qin Chu even thought that it would be a perfect delight to sleep on Milo’s thighs.
However, Milo’s reaction made Qin Chu sowhat puzzled. Upon hearing this, Milo’s face didn’t show much excitent, in fact, it was very calm, "Is that so?"
Those few words seed to dismiss the so-called Elf King from his mind.
Imdiately after, that gentle face beca animated, "Right, I need to rush to find my father and mother, to let them see what I look like now."
While speaking, Milo dashed down the stairs.
Hum, now let’s see who still calls him a gorilla.
Qin Chu and the others laughed and followed, preparing to bid farewell.
However, just as Milo reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw a familiar figure outside.
Who else could it be but the Elf King, Alfred?
Under Tatter’s leadership, Alfred entered the Hidden Society’s true stronghold, those guys are like mice, always living underground, no wonder they haven’t been discovered.
Alfred even encountered the legendary Pride Witch.
She indeed was a beautiful woman, offering his body to such a beautiful woman in exchange for her support seed like a good choice, but she seed to show no interest in him whatsoever.
Alfred also saw the God worshipped by the Hidden Society.
What a strange existence it was, like a mass of crimson wriggling mist with a massive fissure in the middle that seed to be its mouth, only instead of sharp teeth, it was filled with wriggling tentacles like giant pythons.
He had stayed in the Hidden Society for two days and was finally returning to Royal City today.
Just as he passed the inn where Silf was staying, he saw a woman rushing out in a flurry.
With a height of three ters, without even seeing her face, Alfred knew exactly who this woman was — other than the gorilla woman Milo, who else could be so careless?
Losing even the elegance and decency of a princess, actually grabbing her skirt and sprinting down the stairs?
Truly vulgar.
Alfred scorned inwardly, unwilling to et Milo, avoiding her would certainly save him countless troubles. Now, Alfred craved blood intensely, he wanted to find a quiet place to catch so stray cats or dogs and consu their blood, flesh, and marrow to fill the emptiness in his stomach.
But just then, Alfred’s gaze inadvertently caught Milo’s face.
His body involuntarily paused in place, his eyes widened in disbelief.
There was no fine fuzz on the face, only cleanliness and delicacy, and that face was no inferior to Fini and Selma’s, no, upon closer scrutiny, it was even more beautiful than Fini and Selma’s.
Was Milo always this beautiful?
He even doubted if he was seeing correctly.
Just then, Prince Milo also noticed that Alfred instinctively stopped, his dark eyes carrying a complex gaze as he looked at the figure he had always been chasing.
She saw the shock and desire in Alfred’s eyes.
"Prince Alfred," taking a deep breath, Milo clasped her skirt and perford a princess curtsy.
"Milo, has the illness from your ancestral regression been cured?" Alfred’s voice was filled with surprise.
A smile appeared on Milo’s lips, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Even though I can’t regain my original height, at least it’s no longer as it was before."
So that was it. Alfred’s gaze beca increasingly bright. He studied Milo up and down once more before arrogantly raising his head and speaking: "I never thought that, after the ancestral regression was cured, you would beco even prettier than your three sisters."
"Milo, now you are worthy to be my bride," declared Alfred proudly.
He felt it was a great boon he was bestowing upon Milo.
Although she was still a bit taller, at least she was pleasing to look at.
And, after all, Milo was still a princess, a status that would help solidify his own position in the kingdom.
Given Milo’s previous behavior towards him, now hearing this she should be overwheld with gratitude and without any hesitation imdiately nod in agreent, shouldn’t she?
He was confident of this.
He was the Elf King, he was that beautiful.
No woman could refuse his proposal.
Silf, watch and see, even without you, I can still find another woman who is more outstanding, more noble."
But what Alfred hadn’t expected was that he waited a long while and received absolutely no response. Had this sudden happiness stunned the woman into silence?
The pride was still evident in Alfred’s eyes as he again looked towards Milo’s face.
But this ti, all he saw was indifference.
Milo was originally happy, but the mont she heard the Elf King’s voice, the warmth inside her chest cooled, and the burning fla was extinguished.
Before, she had nearly forsaken her dignity chasing after the Elf King, but he had always been indifferent and coldly dismissive towards her, even humiliating her in front of the Hero.
But now, rely because she had shed her furry coat and beco beautiful, Alfred’s attitude changed a full one hundred eighty degrees?
Milo even felt confused. What had she ever seen in this man?
Aside from that face, did this man possess any other outstanding qualities?
Perhaps, in her haste to get married, she had really been blinded back then, to have thought this man was charming.
Compared to another man who may not be as handso but was gentle, generous, a gentleman, and elegant, he was as laughable as a monkey.
"Prince Alfred," Milo took a deep breath, her bare hand resting on her chest as if to calm her beating heart.
Pride spread across Alfred’s face, arrogance returning. It seed Milo had finally co to her senses.
This ti, she would accept his proposal, wouldn’t she?
"Between you and ... the engagent is off!"
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