Azel carried Lilia up, placing her carefully on his lap.
She was small — far smaller than her voice and magical presence suggested.
Her soft pink hair brushed against his chin as she shifted, and her fingers curiously twirled through his long silver hair.
"Papa, your hair is long," she said, tugging lightly at a strand with childish fascination.
Azel chuckled quietly. Her voice was sweet, musical, like a windchime in spring.
He reached up and patted her head, his palm sinking into the silky softness of her hair.
She giggled at his touch, her legs kicking playfully against his knee.
'Can I get some information about summoning?' Azel asked inwardly, leaning against the wall as his new "daughter" wriggled comfortably in his arms.
He hadn't really expected a response — it was the first time he'd posed a direct question to the System but then…
