A golden ball of light flew over the flower field and reached the end of the sea of flowers, crashing into the splendid and magnificent palace, stumbling along the red carpet at high speed, and burst through the doors of the King's study.
"Not good, Your Majesty, not good!"
A small figure between the bookshelves heard this voice, abruptly closed the book in his hands, forcefully stuffed it back into the shelf, and nonchalantly faced the light ball that had burst in.
"No matter what has happened, there's no need to panic like this. You're only causing confusion. Speak, what exactly has happened?"
The speaker had delicate golden short hair, well-proportioned features, eyes like green gemstones radiating valor, and wore a splendid golden suit, appearing as if a prince from a fairy tale had stepped out.
However... behind him were thin wings, and his ears were pointed, which meant he could never be the dream lover of thousands of girls.
He was too small, really too small.
