Guoguo, want to pick stars?

The little boy immediately thought of the scene where his older brother took him flying into the sky and plucked all the stars from the sky.

He stomped his feet excitedly.

Really? Really?

This excited yet puzzled look in his eyes finally made Garandal understand.

"Really, really."

He nodded vigorously.

So the little one nodded in agreement.

Okay, okay, little one wants to play with big brother!

Hello, brother! Brother will take you to pick stars!

Give the baby some fruit!

The little one, in a good mood, contentedly ate the berries from Garandal's hand.

Feeling the joy of his cub, Garandal also became happy, but at the same time he felt a little guilty.

He can't actually pluck the stars, but he can create stars for his little one to pluck.

As agreed, Garlandel took the baby back to his room, and the two little ones said goodbye happily.

For the next two weeks, the baby pretended to fall asleep every night under the watchful eyes of the two husbands.

After the fathers fell asleep, they went to the place they had agreed to meet with Garandal.

Every night, the two little ones would trek through mountains and rivers to splash in puddles, pick fruit, and make many, many good friends who could sing and dance.

The little one also picked a lot of stars!

So stars are made of stone too!

The little boy looked at the sparkling little stones on the ground and suddenly realized what was going on. Then he and Garandal started doing a puzzle on the empty ground.

"That's strange, why is my little one always so sleepy lately?"

"And he said some strange things."

Lucas and Shen Meiren looked at the little boy sleeping soundly on the bed like a little pig with puzzled expressions.

Even in his sleep, the little one was murmuring that he wanted to find a mother for his brother.

"Strange, why does Garandal want so many starstones from me?"

The Elf King was puzzled as he watched his son grinning like an idiot, carrying a sack of starstones on his back.

"And why are so many female elves approaching me lately? Could it be that my charm has returned?"

Thinking of this elven king fills me with pride.

My charm is as strong as ever!

"But they keep asking me if I have a fluffy golden ball of fur around me, which is really strange."

Scratching his head, the Elf King muttered to himself as he went to find the golden fluff ball.