Chapter 716 - Please Board the Carriage, Princess

It seemed as if the horse-drawn carriage had crashed into something before stopping cold in its tracks. Mag immediately wound his arms around Amy as a wary look appeared on his face. It sounded as if the coach driver had already been knocked out, so it appeared that they were under attack.

“Hmm? I know that voice.” Krassu’s brows furrowed slightly.

Mag had thrown both arms around Amy, releasing Ugly Duckling in the process. As such, it was thrown off the seat by the momentum of the crash, and was flung out of the carriage.

“It’s Big Sister Irina!”

As soon as Amy heard that voice, an elated look appeared on her face as she threw aside the curtain on the carriage.

“Irina?” Mag turned his attention toward the front of the carriage.

An elf in a white dress was standing in front of the horse-drawn carriage, holding the trembling Ugly Duckling in her hands. Ugly Duckling had already curled up into a ball from fear; she was holding in front of her face, inspecting it with a pair of curious eyes.

The light of the warm autumn sun shone down on her as if it were draping a golden veil over her body.

Her long silver hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and as her luscious locks were picked up by the autumn wind, she appeared as if she were a celestial maiden who had descended from the heavens.

The golden crescent moon insignia also gave her a sense of holiness and mystique.

She was like the first budding seedling emerging from the snow during the transition from winter to spring, and the sight of her made Mag’s heart shudder slightly.

Is this what love feels like? Mag raised his eyebrows. Alex’s memories of Irina didn’t return to him, nor did they affect him in any way. As far as he was concerned, this was the first time that this beautiful elf had entered his world.

Her arrival was like a gentle spring breeze blowing through his heart.

“It’s so fat that it looks like a ball! It should be really delicious if I were to cook it, right?” Irina stared at Ugly Duckling with a contemplative expression.

Amy hurriedly shook her head with a serious expression as she said, “No, you can’t cook it yet, Big Sister Irina! Ugly Duckling is going to grow up to become a white swan in the future, and I heard from Father that roast goose is super delicious!”

Irina examined Ugly Duckling with a skeptical expression, and asked, “Really? This ball can grow up to become a white swan? And you’re saying that roast goose is really delicious?”

“It is! Father told me that the little girl who was selling matchsticks forgot to go home for food because she was too busy looking at roast goose, and she ended up dying from hunger outside the roast goose restaurant, so roast goose has to be really, really delicious,” Amy confirmed with a nod.

Irina also nodded with a contemplative look, and said, “I see. Let’s keep it for a while, then.”

“Alright.” Amy accepted Ugly Duckling from Irina and held it in her arms.

“Meow~” Ugly Duckling cried out in a pitiable manner, wondering what it had done to deserve this.

Mag buried his face into his palm upon seeing this. There was no doubt that Irina was Amy’s mother; they had the exact same reflex arc.

“So it really is you, Little Irina. I knew that voice sounded really familiar.” Krassu wore a meaningful smile on his face as he asked, “You bumped into that fat bastard, Brent, at the Magus Tower earlier, didn’t you?”

“I sure did, Old Man Whitebeard. Long time no see.” Irina nodded at Krassu as she cupped her fist, and said, “This is my first day at Rodu, so I thought I’d bash him to cheer myself up.”

“I also find bashing him very satisfying. I slapped him really hard this morning, and I suddenly felt completely reinvigorated.” Krassu nodded before a confused look appeared on his face, and he asked, “Come to think of it, how do you know Little Amy?”

“Little Amy…” Irina’s eyes lit up. Her name was Amy, her pet name as Xiao Mi, and she had silver hair as well as blue eyes. Was this really all just a coincidence?

“Er…” Mag looked at Irina as he scrambled for a way to place her, but was unable to think of anything.

Amy was constantly yearning for her mother, and it didn’t take much to guess how much Irina missed Amy. He simply couldn’t bear to have them brush shoulders with one another without realizing who the other person was.

Irina turned her attention toward Mag, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she attempted to find traces of Alex in this man.

She discovered that Mag was quite handsome in his own right, but his appearance was completely different compared to Alex. There was also no hint of Alex in his eyes.

The eyes were the window to one’s soul, so one’s eyes could never lie.

The only similarities they shared was their height, but Alex was more well-built.

Is he Alex or not? Could it be that he’s completely altered his appearance to hide himself? Countless questions flashed through Irina’s mind at once, and she shifted her gaze away from Mag with difficulty as she turned to Krassu and feigned a nonchalant expression. “I met Amy as I was beating up that fat bastard, Brent, and she helped out as well.”

Amy nodded with a joyful expression, and said, “I sure did! You see now, Master Krassu? I learned to swing a chair from Big Sister Irina, not you.”

Amy then looked at at the coach driver slumped onto the ground, then at the wooden shards strewn over the place, and she asked, “Big Sister Irina, did you hit the coach driver with a chair as well?”

“Er… I didn’t think that he would be so weak.” Irina glanced down at the coach driver and stuck out her tongue in an apologetic manner.

“We’re going to the Renhe Food Street, but we don’t have a coach driver now. What do we do?” A concerned look appeared on Amy’s face.

Irina’s eyes lit up as she heard this. “You’re going to the Renhe Food Street? I also want to go there! We just need someone to drive our carriage now.”

And then, everyone turned to Mag in unison.

Irina looked at Mag, and she recalled the scenes when she and Alex had first met. A stern expression appeared on her face, and she commanded, “I’m the elven princess, Irina. I command you to be my coach driver and take us to the Renhe Food Street.”

I want to refuse this order, but why do I also feel happy about it? Mag was struck by a sense of mixed emotions, and that order also seemed to be strangely familiar to him. Could it be that he was a masochist who enjoyed being slave-driven?

No! That can’t be! I can’t be a masochist! I have to at least be a submissive husband instead! Wait… Mag shook his head to rid himself of that strange train of thought as he spread his hands open in a resigned manner. “I’m a chef, not a coach driver.”

“So you’re unwilling to drive this coach for me?” Irina looked into Mag’s eyes.

“Of course he is! Father is really good at driving coaches! Hurry up and get on, Big Sister Irina!” Before Mag had a chance to say anything, Amy had already replied in his stead. She then nudged Mag’s arm with her little elbow and whispered into his ear, “Father, the big sister isn’t going to like you if you refuse her.”

“…”

Mag turned to Amy nad opened his mouth, but he was at a complete loss for a response.

He made his way out of the carriage with a resigned expression, and said, “Please board the carriage, Princess.”