When Taylor arrived with twenty members of Laxus’s group, they found the Little Female with long golden hair crouched on the ground, her eyes curved into crescents as she chatted with the middle-aged male opposite her.
"Ophelia, do you like this thing?" Taylor asked, looking at the reddish-brown jar the Little Female was cradling in her hands.
He knew what this was—a clay pot. It served the same purpose as a stone pot or bowl, but because it was thin and fragile, most males weren't accustomed to using them.
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