Mag pulled Amy to the bathroom door and watched speechlessly as the mermaid splashed around in the bathtub like a salted fish.
Aren't mermaids supposed to be the epitome of gracefulness? Why does this beautiful mermaid look like a salted fish that is being fried in a pan when she struggles facing down?
Besides, she even let out a series of gurgling sounds. Her voice was very crisp and pleasing to the ear, but even Mag, who had mastered the languages of two worlds, could not understand even a single word.
It sounded a little like Russian, but he was certain it was a language he could not understand.
"Meow~" Ugly Duckling peeked its head out from between their legs. It stared straight at the huge tail that hung out from the bathtub as though it was looking at its breakfast.
"Father, what is Big Sister Mermaid saying?" Amy looked at Mag curiously.
