13 Years

"The nun is dead!" The children easily believed Milim's words. After all, in their eyes, the nun had been such a kind person.

After crying for a while, the children suddenly remembered that two people were still standing at the door.

The older boy among the children stepped forward and politely led Milim and Lingling into the Home of the Lambs.

The boy did not know what to do next either, so he could only follow the arrangements of the girl the nun had entrusted them to.

After all, the nun had been so kind that she surely would have arranged everything. With that thought in mind, the boy began asking Milim what they should do next.

"Since you were sent by the nun, we'll trust you."

"What should we do now? Without the nun's help, we'll soon have nothing to eat."

Hopeful gazes fell upon Milim one after another.

Milim was thinking as well. She had only thought about gathering talented people, yet forgotten that she herself was still young, and so were these talents.

Even feeding them was now a problem.

Milim's gaze swept across all the children present before suddenly stopping on a fish-man child.

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind. She remembered that her Dragon Eyes could see anything she wanted to see within her field of vision!

"You, the fish-man over there, come here!" Milim pointed at the fish-man child hiding behind the others!

The fish-man child reluctantly walked up to Milim. He kept his head lowered and did not say a word.

A confident smile appeared on Milim's face. "I can find treasures beneath the sea, but I need someone to dive down and retrieve them. Can you do it?"

"If you can, I guarantee you'll live well from now on."

The fish-man child's eyes lit up at those words. Swimming was a fish-man's natural talent, so he hurriedly said, "I can do it. No matter how deep the sea is, I can dive down easily."

"Very good. From now on, you're my little brother." After saying that, Milim turned her gaze toward the others.

"Not just him. I also require all of you to train every day, and to catch fish at sea. If anyone dares disobey my orders—"

"Heh heh!" Milim slammed her fist onto the table, instantly splitting it apart.

"You'll end up like this table."

"Do you understand?!"

Seeing the table's miserable state, the children immediately straightened their backs and shouted loudly.

"Understood, Big Sister!"

Time flew by, and thirteen years quickly passed. Milim and Charlotte Lingling were both nineteen years old now, and both had grown up.

Nothing major happened during that time. Every day, everyone trained, caught fish to sell to the giants in the surrounding villages, and went down into the sea to search for treasures lost on the ocean floor. The orphanage lived fairly comfortably.

"Milim..."

Lingling, a beautiful girl with long pink hair, a pointed hat, two papayas tucked into her chest, and a height of eight or nine meters, happily waved her hand.

She called loudly to the Pink-Haired Shorty, who was lying atop the house and stood only around 1.5 meters tall. "Milim, it's time to eat. Let's eat together."

"Lingling, how many times have I told you? Call me Big Sister." Milim sat up on the roof and shouted at Lingling in dissatisfaction.

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"Mamamama, I'm clearly the one who looks more like Milim's big sister."

"You go eat by yourself. I don't want to eat." Milim huffily turned her head away and stopped looking at Lingling!

Ever since Lingling grew up, she had gradually stopped calling Milim Big Sister. Perhaps it was because of their height difference.

Lingling was around eight times as tall as Milim. On top of that, Lingling had gradually grown up and developed some rebellious thoughts.

After all, Japanese people were good at overthrowing their superiors. Lingling had also dreamed of pinning her big sister beneath her, but because she was not strong enough, she gave up on those rebellious thoughts.

"Milim, I specially bought you a little cake this time! It's really delicious." Lingling raised a small cake with a grin.

Over all these years, if anyone asked what her big sister liked to eat, sweet little cakes would undoubtedly rank first.

At the mention of a little cake, Milim's eyes lit up. With a flip, she jumped down from the roof.

She reached out to pat Lingling on the shoulder, only to awkwardly realize that she was not tall enough, so she patted Lingling's thigh instead.

"Lingling, since there's little cake, I'll forgive you this time."

"But I have no idea what you're angry about, Milim!" Lingling was utterly confused. She did not seem to have done anything to make Milim angry.

"It's precisely because you don't know that I'm angry," Milim muttered quietly. Because of their height difference, some giants who did not know them personally and only knew they were sisters

had always mistaken Milim for the younger sister. Even more infuriatingly, when the giants learned that Milim was the older sister, the pitying looks in their eyes made her furious.

Was being a little taller and having a bigger chest enough to determine someone's age?!

Apologize properly to all the short people in the world, you bastards!

Though she complained inwardly, she could not forget about the little cake.

Milim took the little cake from Lingling and ran back to the sofa in the room, quietly savoring it. The ahoge on top of her head swayed back and forth.

Watching from nearby, Lingling's fingers itched. She subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Milim's ahoge, but Milim noticed instantly.

Clutching her cake, she moved away from Lingling, her resentful gaze making Lingling feel rather embarrassed.

Just then, another deep voice rang out.

"Big Sis Milim, Second Sis Lingling, you really are both here." A massive Fishman walked in from outside, dripping wet from head to toe!

It was the timid Fishman from before, but now he had become incredibly strong and confident.

"Mamamama, what is it, El? Has the ship been finished?" Milim was focused on eating her cake, so Lingling spoke up to ask.

"The brothers have finished building all the ships. We can set sail anytime." Fishman El proudly patted his chest.

"Wonderful! We're another step closer to our dream of building a nation where every race can live together in peace." Lingling laughed with satisfaction.

"So, when are we leaving?" El tried hard to calm himself. He knew just what kind of terrifying monsters the two girls before him were, whether they fought Sea Kings or came under attack from Pirates.

Neither could leave so much as a scratch on the two girls. Especially the scene not long ago, when Milim had destroyed dozens of Pirate ships with a single energy cannon.

Even now, Fishman El could not forget it.

Lingling looked questioningly at Milim, who had already finished her little cake.

Milim swallowed the last bite in her mouth, patted her stomach contentedly, then casually pulled out a piece of paper and wiped the crumbs from her face.

Though she had been eating, Milim had heard what El said, so she replied, "Once our weapons are finished, we can officially set sail."