"Emmm..."
Looking at the girl before him, who gave him an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, Fang Mo could not help sinking into thought.
This little one looked far too much like his daughter. Aside from the completely opposite colors of her hair and dragon horns, she looked as though she had been carved from the same mold as Little Momo.
The same bright purple vertical pupils, astonishingly thick hair, and long dragon wings that were black on the outside and purple within.
As well as a somewhat petite, slender body...
Of course, upon closer inspection, one could still tell that although this Chaos Dragon looked very much like Little Momo, she was actually a little shorter than her...
Fang Mo gave her a rough visual estimate.
She was probably only around 1.42 meters tall?
And beyond that, her aura was completely different from Little Momo's.
Because Little Momo often stuck close to Fang Mo, and like father, like daughter, her personality had become somewhat goofy and scatterbrained.
She often pulled off all kinds of jaw-dropping stunts. The whole girl... or rather, the whole dragon, spent every day carefree and giggling. Even Bakal, Little Momo's dragon-language tutor, sometimes complained to Fang Mo that teaching this child was more exhausting than playing Mind's Eye games with Hilder.
But the little one in front of Fang Mo was quite different.
She looked somewhat cold and aloof, and an astonishingly powerful aura radiated from her entire body.
Although she was not wearing anything and was only barely covering herself with her wings and hair, she gave off an overall feeling of great majesty.
"M-Master..."
However, as Fang Mo stared at her, it did not take long for a trace of unease to appear on her face. "P-Please... don't look at me like that..."