The best way to fight malice [1/2]

The young girl with the red hair suddenly shrank out of her clothes, stripping her of everything. But at the same moment, the child in front of me spoke through our link in a familiar voice.

'Hmph. This is the part I dislike the most. [Dress].'

Liv's battle dress suddenly disappeared, and in its place, a cute outfit adorned the young girl's body. The only thing that remained the same was the finned headband that the real Liv wore. Although the same acesory shrank in proportion to my Valkyrie.

Unable to comprehend what was happening, I quickly got out of my seat and lifted the child. I held her by the armpits and made her face me.

The one in front of me was eerily similar to the Northerner I loved the most. But she was, if I had to guess, about 4-5 years old. Baby Liv pouted unhappily as she made a face. It was as if I had taken away her toy and she was about to cry.

'Beloved. Being held like this...it's humiliating...'