Mora ordered two more glasses of fruit wine, and as she drank, she started to complain: "It's okay to be called ugly, after all, I don't think I'm good-looking..."
"From our aesthetic point of view, you are really not ugly at all." Fiona emphasized.
"I know. So, sometimes I wonder if I can only marry a human in the future. I don't really care about this, but at least we have to like each other, right? But that damn old ghost actually sold me to an old widower for a mine? And when I asked around, I found out he's a pervert. How the hell can I tolerate this?" Mora said angrily.
"Indeed." Ganon nodded in agreement.
"What makes me most uncomfortable is that they all take it for granted. One by one, they tell me, 'You look like this, it's already good enough that a Grand Duke of a principality is willing to marry you', and 'You'll never get it again if you miss it' and so on, as if I've made a fortune. I also know that many people laugh at me behind my back. Damn it, I can't choose how I look!" Mora finished drinking another glass of wine, "I also tried to make myself fatter. I tried to eat a lot from childhood to adulthood, but I didn't grow any weight. Only my appetite and alcohol consumption increased..."
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