[Gender-Bender 1v3]
Three hundred years after the curse was laid.
The once-arrogant offender, Fuelo, knelt on the ground, gazing up at the wondrous starry sky.
The stars were so beautiful, it was hard to look away.
"I'll ask you again. What am I to you?"
A tall boot pressed against his face, neither hard nor soft, neither painful nor ticklish.
The elegant dark elf princess, Ailian, sipped her tea as she looked down at the still-defiant, still-arrogant offender.
Faced with the dark elf princess's question, the offender grinned and answered without hesitation.
"You're that, that, that, that straightforward, no fun, falls asleep after three minutes, and makes me do all the work usel-"
"You're my esteemed master."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes."
In response to the offender's provocation, Ailian calmly set down her teacup and warmed up her long, nimble fingers.
"Looks like you want another lesson?"
"You can't beat me, you know that?"
The stars were still beautiful. The only difference was that a little serenade now accompanied them.
Even so, the story takes place three hundred years earlier. On this very day, Fuelo was on his way to meet the dark elf princess.
