Even after several days had passed, Arro still could not believe it.
Dilia was actually eighteen years old!
Why?
The main reason was—she was short!
Just how short was Dilia?
She was only half a fist taller than ten-year-old Arro!
Generally speaking, the standard height for boys under fourteen was roughly their age multiplied by seven, plus seventy.
Arro had trained since childhood, and while at Grandfather's House, he had often eaten all kinds of nutritious Magic Beast meat. By now, he was nearly one and a half meters tall.
By that calculation, Dilia could not have been more than one meter fifty-five!
On top of that, she had a childish face, acted rashly, and was always forgetting this and losing that.
All those reasons mixed together always gave people the strange feeling—
Ah, she's still just a child.
The only good news might have been—she was well-endowed!
How well-endowed?
So well-endowed that whenever young Arro spoke with her, his eyes were always irresistibly drawn there!
Everyone had to understand this.
As everyone knew—universal gravitation!
The bigger something was, the stronger its pull!
Dilia might have had this flaw or that, but she truly deserved to be the person Big Brother Desi had specifically come looking for. She was genuinely kind and enthusiastic.
Setting aside the fish-shaped charcoal she brought every day for Arro to taste.
On the first day alone, Dilia had forcibly snatched up Arro's luggage, dragged it to his room, and immediately started "helping" him clean.
After she collapsed the wooden bed with its broken leg, smashed the crooked cabinet, and crushed the only chair beneath her feet.
Arro could only helplessly "invite" her out.
Then Dilia actually carried over her several-hundred-pound broad, thick wooden bed in one piece!
Only then did Arro understand why the small,