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... lightly covered his pointed ears.

He asked in a childish voice, “Are you the one that our king brought to his bed?”

The human girl blinked at him. She could not understand what this young elf meant and only stared at that mischievous child whose height barely reached her waist.

“Little rascal, is this the way you talk to our guest?” It was Leeora who responded to his question, teleporting back seeing the elf boy had sneaked into the tree house.

The elf boy looked ...

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