Both the Mistress and I felt as if our souls had abruptly left our bodies.
I instinctively clutched my chest, feeling my heart hammering at an ultra-fast pace against my ribs. How could a simple word affect me this much? I stared at the tiny existence sitting in the broken shell.
She tilted her head to the side in a ridiculously cute manner.
"Papa?" she repeated, her dual-colored eyes blinking softly.
A foolish, uncontrollable grin spread across my face.
I can die happily now, I thought, completely surrendering to the overwhelming cuteness.
However, just the next moment, a shocking sight unfolded right before my eyes.
The little girl floated upward by herself, hovering gently in the air and defying gravity entirely. A moment later, a cute, frilly black dress materialized out of thin air to clothe her tiny form, and her messy dark hair neatly arranged itself into two adorable twin ponytails.
