Lyrica lived in the slums with her drunken mother.
And then one day…
“Oh my…so hot…! Hot!”
My mother woke up screaming: “Liry, you’re alive, but why do you look so small?”
What nonsense are you saying.
“What day is it today?”
Are you still losing your mind?
“Oh my god, I’m back!”
My mom was so freaked out and even said…
“I have to go to the royal ball and meet His Majesty!”
What nonsense are you talking about? I started to wonder what happened to my mother’s head