Ivy Frost, this little girl, is the kind of chatterbox kid who asks questions endlessly and talks a lot.
To be honest, Yusuf Zuck, who was hiding inside her body, could barely tolerate her repetitive and long-winded questions.
Fortunately for him, the Saint Maiden seemed to have a very good temperament and personality; anyone else would've lost patience by now.
"Master, what does 'special' mean? How exactly is he specially favored?" Ivy Frost asked Yusuf Zuck again.
Yusuf felt like coughing up blood in frustration. Still, this little girl seemed determined to dig into everything—if you didn't answer her, she'd definitely nag you to death.
"What does 'special' mean?" Yusuf explained, "There are a few possibilities."
"First, Pierre and the Old Patriarch might have closely related bloodlines, so the Old Patriarch could even think Pierre is his accidental son who... eh… somehow arrived!"
"Pfft... Master, you're so funny!" Ivy Frost giggled.
