Milia was a very special person. Although every sign indicated that her race was ordinary human, we all knew that this little girl had a most extraordinary background. The greatest difference between her and ordinary people was that ordinary people only went into little boxes at the very end, whereas she had come out of one from the very beginning...
All right, I knew this was a rather inappropriate thing to say at a time like this.
But looking at the metal box before me, which gave off a faint Lou glow, all sorts of unreliable nonsense suddenly popped into my head...
Why was this world so wondrous?
"You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
I twitched the corner of my mouth and gestured at the box, which was a little over a meter long, then compared its height to Milia's head. Though I said that aloud, I understood in my heart: Uncle Zagu had no reason to fool us about something like this.
"What are you doing?" Milia rolled her eyes and slapped away the hand above her head. She showed precious little respect for either my identity as the Brother who had saved her life or my legendary status as Head of State. "Stop measuring. I was just a tiny little thing back then." I chuckled and withdrew my hand. Still, even Milia as she was now could fit quite comfortably inside that box if she curled up her knees. The Girl was skinny and petite, like she was malnourished. If she had not always looked rosy-cheeked and energetic, I might have suspected Uncle Zagu had been a vicious Queen with broken ribs in a past life. Wait, had I gone off-topic again?
Uncle Zagu wore a nostalgic expression as he stroked the spotless, gleaming metal box and