Time passed quickly like a white pony's shadow across a crevice. In the blink of an eye, An'an's daughter had grown up.
As she had her father's bright blue hair, she was named Bluey.
She was bubbly and clever, completely unlike her mother. She knew how to talk, wheedle, and even throw tantrums.
The mermen adored her tremendously, leading them to have a strong desire to obtain rights to mate with her.
She had already accepted several formidable beastmen in the tribe, but the strongest amongst them—the leader—was still single and had never done anything to profess his love to Bluey.
"I want to go out! I want to go out!"
The crisp and clear voice of a young lady came from the ocean. Zooming in, it turned out that voice came from one of the stone caves at the depths of the sea.