Noah almost jumped up, and shouted, "In the name of the lord, I command you!"
Oh no, he should do a tortoise-shell technique bondage!
However, looking at the half-elf little girl who poked out her head and half of her body, his hands that had already held the tortoise shells up high halted in midair.
This little one was really too small. She looked about three or four years old, and she was so adorable!
Her silvery hair was let loose, her adorable face still had some baby fat, her blue eyes were as bright as sapphires, and she had a pair of small semi-transparent pointed ears. She looked just like an angel. She looked at them perplexedly with her head tilted.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?" the little girl asked in a soft voice.
Noah quickly improvised. He lowered the tortoise shells down, and squeezed out a smile. "D-do you want to look at tortoises?"
"But yours are tortoise shells." Amy saw through him immediately.