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This is an interesting look at the difference between the manga and the Light novel. I noticed that in the Light novel it seems to focuses more on the limbs, and how thin she is where as in the English manga it seems more to focuses on her chest size. I thing the emphasis on both is very import for different reasons. The chest size seems to contrast Mao Mao with the Concubines around her, and latter show the emperor has no desire for her and never will. While the emphasis on her weight seems to show how she was not well off even if she was doing what she loved. She has lived the life of just a normal common girl up to this point, and doesn't desire anything more. The manga is funny, and the light novel seems to describe her with a bit more intention, and potentially has us feeling a bit more bad for her a bit more. Atlest it has that effect on me personally.I also wanna give Maomao props for drawing them on in the first place. If any girly out hear has tryed to draw makeup freckles it is hell to do. She doues so with less species tools with clay as a base, and keeps it consistent enough the freckles aren't noticed to change ever. This may be an oversight, or potentially show how good her makeup skills are from the Vertagres House training.
The Curse of Freckled Flame
By ember's breath and foxfire thread,
Let the past identity be shed.
From crown to root, from seed to skin,
Let the change now spark within.
Burn his strands a copper red,
Ignite the flame atop his head.
Each freckle blooms, a glowing stain,
Like rusted stars across his frame.
His beard shall sprout, a fiery hue,
With lips to match, a rosier view.
Eyes once dull now richly drown,
In earthy brown like forest ground.
Let body hair fade, faint and fine,
A ghostly veil, a silken line.
No thickened thatch, no shadow deep,
Just whispers where the coarse did creep.
And as for manhood, let it gleam,
Still proud, but shaped to match the theme.
Pink and smooth, a pretty thing,
A freckled shaft for worshipping.
By charm, by fire, by spell’s delight,
He is the red flame, burning bright.
Let him blush beneath the sun,
Transformed, reborn, the change begun.
Feeling like a princess
i was going to be a good girl and cook, but i think making trouble is much more my style😈