The two of them were standing on the platform of the Tree House's third floor when the little princess asked her question. The elf still began with her familiar line:
"I'm not Emilia."
"Yes, yes, you're not Emilia. Shade reminded me in private just now. How did you grow so beautiful?"
Having been praised, the golden-haired elf answered after thinking for a moment:
"It's nothing much. Go to bed early and get up early, drink more milk, don't stay up late, and exercise more."
The princess with a cat on her head hurriedly committed those words to memory:
"And then I'll grow taller and bigger?"
Only then did the elf understand what she meant. But remembering what Angelina had looked like after growing up three years ago, she answered somewhat uncertainly:
"That also depends on family bloodlines, I suppose. A person's growth is like that of a tree—the environment and the variety both matter. Your great-aunt, mother, and older sister are all quite... In any case, do as I said. Even if you don't grow taller, at least you'll be healthy."
"Meow~"
The cat atop her head was urging Angelina to find Shade, so the little princess bade farewell to the grown elf and hurried away.
The elf offered no advice regarding Angelina's current state of being affected by the relic, because she knew Angelina would certainly achieve a breakthrough on her own. As for what Angelina would look like after growing up...
I wasn't mature enough when I looked last time. Perhaps things are different now.
Thinking this, the elf blinked her emerald-green eyes and looked towards Angelina's retreating figure as she clumsily prepared to jump down to the second floor. Then the elf showed a startled expression.
This time, the result truly differed from last time. Although the