"Fate?" Fudge asked as he tilted his head. "Is that a new nickname for me?"
Lylia chuckled and picked up the violet slime before taking him into her arms. "No, you silly puppy. I mean that girl and Michael—this is destiny. Their partnership is written by none other than the universe itself!"
"What do you mean?"
Lylia's eyes turned back to Yuna on the side of the street. At first, she hadn't recognized the little girl—she had grown so fast in just a few years. However, she did recognize the imposing female ogre that greeted Yuna with respect.
Lylia would never forget that face. That ogre had a permanent frown, piercing red eyes, and a single horn on her forehead.
She was none other than Agnes—the famous battle maid of the Montgomery family.
And if Anges was that girl's escort, then that little girl had to be Yuna Montgomery, the youngest daughter of the Montgomery family!
"You didn't tell me her last name was Montgomery," Lylia said, squeezing Fudge a little too aggressively.
