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There were two people in a brightly lit terrace that looked like a garden decorated with beautiful-colored flowers. A middle-aged man with a thoughtful expression and a cute little girl watched the brightly lit colorful skies as her pink finger was held by the man's hand.
It was as if the twinkling stars in the skies brightly shone only for the two of them.
"Haha, little Nora. In the future, when you grow up, what do you want to become?" The middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"Mhm?" Little Nora Alstreim let out a cute sound before she pouted, "I want to become an Immortal..."
Hearing her, the man instantly laughed as if he didn't expect this answer.
Usually, as far as he knew, a little girl would answer that she would become a bride or the young mistress of the family, but here was his beloved granddaughter separated by numerous generations, echoing that she would become an Immortal.
He couldn't help but laugh.
