In that instant, Laisha's mind went blank.
Because the voice that reached her ears was far too familiar—familiar enough to make her heart tremble.
Of course, Laisha was not particularly familiar with the owner of that voice.
But to the demons throughout the entire Demon Realm, the owner of that voice was someone they could not possibly know better.
Laisha desperately hoped she had misheard.
But reality was often cruel.
"Turn around. I'm right here."
As Laisha refused to accept reality and prayed for it to be otherwise, that familiar voice came again.
This time, however, there was a hint of dissatisfaction, even displeasure, in it.
"Are you going to say you can't see me because I'm too short?"
Hearing that, Laisha felt like crying.
Not many people knew about this, but unfortunately, Laisha was one of them.
Therefore, Laisha knew that this topic was taboo to the other person.
If she really admitted it, the consequences would probably be unimaginable.
At once, Laisha could only stiffly turn her neck and slowly look toward the source of the voice.
Then, Laisha saw her.
In the center of the camp, a second figure had appeared at some unknown point.
She was a young-looking girl.
She looked no more than eleven or twelve, with an immature face and a petite frame. She wore an extremely cute Gothic dress, looking just like a little Princess who had gotten lost. She inspired such overwhelming affection that one wanted nothing more than to pull her into one's arms and dote on her properly.
Especially since she was hugging a pillow, rubbing one eye with a tiny hand as though she had just woken up. She looked sleepy and bleary-eyed, cute enough to make people explode on the spot.
Yet at the sight of this explosively