"Sorry, sir, I accidentally summoned this demon..." Brand turned back at the frail voice, unable to resist praising the beautiful youth in his heart. The boy on the stairs was in moon-white silk pajamas, with one hand resting on
the wall already charred, his chest rising and falling slightly—his face was delicately pointed, somewhat delicate, under a head of black shoulder-length hair, his eyes were as dazzling as stars with a slight purple tint, skin snow-white, lips thin and as vivid as roses. The boy pursed
his lips and slightly furrowed his sword-like brows, as if questioning the origins of Brand and the others.
Brand couldn't help but sigh inwardly, he couldn't help but think of Silver Elf Namenis sleeping in the Jade Forest, but at this moment he had to admit with a tinge of jealousy that there were indeed some humans in this world who could be even more beautiful than elves
