The smile etched across the child's face was profound, her cheeks turning pinkish, as she watched Iron lead everyone toward the mansion.
Raiden had forgotten about his doubts at this point. Well, who cared about paranoia, anyway?! Before him was the cutest thing he had ever seen, resembling a cute doll rather than a human.
But still, Raiden couldn't help but wonder: was she really the Laughing Princess? The Man God?
"No…" Iron wore a soft smile. "This is Meeka."
The moment Iron spoke, an elegant woman between the ages of twenty-six and twenty-eight, clothed in a black tank top with silver armor covering her chest and fetal joints. Her long white hair flickered in the gentle breeze as she brushed it off her shoulders.
