The three entered the manor. The workshop door was open.
Sellen stood in the doorway with her back to them, her dark blue mage's robe hanging to her ankles. She stood motionless, like a statue.
Horace was just about to call out to her when he saw the scene inside the workshop.
Horace: ( ﾟ Дﾟ)
His expression froze, his eyes widening.
His mouth fell slightly open and stayed that way for a long time.
What do you think he saw?
That petite, white-haired girl, the Doll Sellen could easily lift high into the air-was gone.
Standing in the middle of the workshop in her place was an absolute giant.
What a physique it was.
Daphne, the name Sellen had given her not long ago, was, whether by coincidence or fate, the same as that of a nymph in an ancient legend who would rather turn into a laurel tree than accept her pursuer.
Daphne was a burly woman.
She was tall and strong, with powerful arms and steady steps, her body as massive as a wall.
Broad, rounded shoulders and a high, full chest, solid as steel piles and iron pillars.
This was a sturdily built girl who stood like a stone tower and could probably run like a gale.
Like a demon lord descended from heaven, truly a god of calamity walking the earth.
What broad shoulders for a little canary (Sellen) to nestle against.
The strangest thing was-her head was still the same head.
A delicate porcelain face, long snow-white hair, and perhaps a hint of smugness in her eyes?
That small, adorable head on this Muscle Barbie body created a visual contrast that could only be called an assault on the mind.
It was like sticking a delicate crystal flower on a battering ram.
Sellen: (