If Emre had said something different, the Little Angel might not have been this angry. Go home? The king had gone through great trouble to summon her here, and she hadn't even finished her battle—go home already? Furious!
"Aooo!" The Little Angel shouted loudly.
From Ange's right hand, the Little Ghost poked out its small head and tilted to one side: Yaaaa—Yaaa—
On top of Ange's head, the Little Sapling stretched out its leaves: Yip—Yaaa—Yip—Yaaa—
The Little Ghost quickly bent its 'arms,' assuming a charging pose: Yaya-yaya-yaya—Yaya-yaya—
The Little Sapling waved its True Leaf: Grow—strive—grow—strive—
From Ange's left hand, Kram poked his head out, looked left and right, and asked blankly, "What's happening? Has the Star Progeny Master arrived? Is there danger?"
Kram was a bit flustered. It was just a bunch of Fierce Spirits, one human Sword Saint, and some human airships—why were the Little Ghost and Little Sapling so excited?
