Past Ball IV

The moonlight was as bright as silver, spilling across the floor.

The Little Prince stood awkwardly at the boundary between light and darkness. Only his girl-like pointed chin, slender upper body, and the hazy outline of his formal dress and long skirt showed in the darkness. His silver-gray, jewel-like eyes gleamed brightly, filled with shyness, while he held both sides of his skirt stiffly with his arms stretched out.

Although he was only a silhouette in the darkness, Brando was already very satisfied.

Haruze hesitated slightly before slowly walking out. First came a pair of silver shoes tied with bows, then the snow-silver hem of a lace-trimmed long dress, followed by his petite upper body—dressed like a noble princess. The silver-clad skirt and the huge bow at his chest revealed his delicate collarbones and round shoulders like those of a little girl. His hair had grown longer as well, tied into a bundle behind his head, with a curl of silver hair hanging down beside each cheek. His ponytail was also made up of many fluffy silver curls, making him look extremely elegant.

Moonlight spilled over him. His snow-white skin and silver outfit reflected a faint radiance, making him look like a holy mountain elf. Haruze stared at the ground, his face flushed all the way to the base of his slender neck. His pointed ears trembled shyly, and he lightly and slowly blinked his large, moisture-filled eyes.

Brando was completely dumbstruck for a moment.

The person before him was no longer the shy Little Prince Haruze. He was clearly a smaller version of Princess Griffine. No—the Crown Princess did not even possess such a delicate air. That quality complemented the Little Prince's feminine attire perfectly. Brando had never dreamed that he would see such a gentle and refined Princess