It was a pink little flying pig.
It was about one point three or four meters long, plump and round as a pearl. Its pink skin was incomparably soft and smooth, not only sleek and lustrous but also rather springy, making one unable to resist giving it a squeeze.
A pair of tiny pure-white wings grew on its back, their combined length presumably no more than thirty centimeters. Clearly, the wings were utterly disproportionate to its body, yet they could still flap-flap and carry it through the air.
It could be said that this was the cutest, most girlish Wind Spirit Angel had ever seen.
Yet this innocent-looking, adorable pink little flying pig was now filled with grievance as it hovered restlessly before the palace gates.
Upon seeing Angel and the others arrive, the little flying pig fidgeted for a moment before reluctantly flying over.
"Mr. Pat, this is the Wind Spirit I mentioned before, the one I adopted." Camus introduced the little flying pig's identity. Yet when he said the word "adopted," something shifted faintly in his pupils before swiftly returning to normal.
"I remember. It was called Qubige?" As Angel spoke, he gave Qubige a long look. Back when they were at the outer perimeter of Wind Island, he had caught sight of this Qubige from afar. At the time, however, Angel had not paid any attention to its appearance. All his attention had been on Qubige's terrifying speed as it fled. He had even secretly marveled that it truly deserved to be a wind-element creature—even in its Spirit stage, its speed was already shocking.
Now that he saw Qubige was actually a little flying pig, he could not help but look at it sideways. He truly could not understand how such a tiny pair of wings had