C288 Continuation the Eve of Departure 4

In an instant, she had the exact same face and silver hair as me. Even though she explained it to imitate my image, I felt that things weren't that simple. Her words were too casual.

"Whatever master looks like, I'll look like."

It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense.

Even though Ilya is still a little girl, with her black hair and black eyes