Chapter 35: Worthy of Me (Edited)

If it were possible, Sasrir really wished he had misheard Lynn's outrageous request to pat the head of Amanises in wolf form.

'Is this reasonable?'

'Is this something a normal child would ask for... oh wait, if it's a child...'

Suddenly, Sasrir fell into thought, remembering that human children do indeed have a fondness for dogs and cats. In the divine realm, to appease these children, Sasrir had even arranged for Beyonders from the apothecary pathway to tame a batch of qualified cats and dogs to play with the children.

From this perspective, Lynn's liking for dogs was quite reasonable.

But the one in front of him wasn't just any dog; it was a proper Sequence 1 Demonic Wolf!

Sasrir suddenly felt a bit queasy.

At this moment, he finally realized that he had two children, one mischievous and the other even more so.

Upon hearing Lynn's request, Amanises, as the concerned party, was also stunned. her initial reaction was almost to feel insulted.

But as Amanises looked at the child on the other side, full of expectation but devoid of any malice or mockery, she dismissed that thought and instead considered a possibility, subtly aligning her thoughts with Sasrir's.

Although this possibility seemed incredible to Amanises, after a brief silence, she asked, "Why? Why would you, Prince Lynn, have such a thought?"

"Because big dog's are cute!" Lynn answered without a second thought.

Though the underlying reason for this question was because he felt it would be memorable to pat the big wolf's head, Lynn genuinely found big dogs cute.

If it weren't inconvenient, Lynn really wanted to have a big dog.

After a pause, Lynn earnestly added, "I know this request might be too bold, but I really want to pat a big dog's head... If you agree to my request, I'm willing to do something for you that doesn't go against my principles."

His expression was serious and solemn, but precisely because of this seriousness, the situation seemed even more absurd.

The scene fell into an eerie silence. After nearly half a minute, Amanises finally spoke, "I can agree to your request, but you may be disappointed; the fur of a Demonic Wolf doesn't feel good."

'Wow! It actually worked!'

Lynn's eyes lit up. He didn't care about the feel of the fur; as long as he could pat it, it was a win for him.

Later, in Lynn's diary, "My Years in the Second Epoch," there was a passage:

"On ×××, I patted the head of a Demonic Wolf. The fur was rough, feeling a bit like pine needles, but it was worth noting that it didn't shed. How could there be a big dog in the world that doesn't shed? It's amazing!

But afterwards, whenever Amanises looked at me, there was always a hint of maternal kindness in her eyes. Did I act too much like an infant?

Worthy of me!"

...

'Now that the task for the Second Era is done, let's see what's next... Oh, it's skipping class with Sasrir, three-star difficulty.'

In the Fifth Era, as the carriage slowly made its way to the venue for Mr. A's gathering, Lynn, in high spirits, calculated in his mind, occasionally taking out a small notebook from his pocket to review.

The notebooks were not written words but drawings. The first drawing depicted a cute big dog, with a big question mark emphasized on its head.

The second showed a person on the verge of collapsing, sitting in front of a table piled high with documents, with a big cross over the documents.

"What's this?" Although he didn't deliberately look, Leonard, who was also in the carriage, naturally caught a glimpse of the drawings in Lynn's notebook and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Beside him, Klein also noticed the contents of the notebook, but compared to Leonard's directness, he chose to remain silent and wait.

"I have a habit of drawing when I have nothing to do," Lynn explained calmly, without changing his expression.

Lynn, completely unconcerned about whether Klein and Leonard would understand the meaning behind the drawings, even took out a pen and ticked the first page in front of them, then flipped to the next blank page and started drawing and writing.

"I also like to write poetry when I have nothing to do, though I've never actually written one..." Leonard scratched his head, admitting that he had indeed tried to write poetry during his time as a midnight poet.

Unfortunately, after many attempts, Leonard understood one thing: he might not actually have the talent for poetry.

I understand, especially since you're the kind of poet who admires beauty.

Lynn joked inwardly, continuing to draw and write while glancing at Klein, taking the initiative to ask, "Sherlock, do you have any hobbies in your spare time?"

"Me?" Klein, who had been quietly enjoying the show, was taken aback. He carefully recalled his daily life. If he had many hobbies before crossing over, after crossing over...

"I don't have any particularly special hobbies in my spare time. If I have to say, I tend to prefer good food," Klein replied.

"Like sweets?" Lynn closed the second volume he had drawn and thought of Klein's preference for various sweets in the original work, couldn't help but smile and ask, "I noticed you added several sugar cubes to your coffee and even milk. You must prefer sweet flavors, right?"

'Your observation skills are quite good, worthy of a professional detective. Looks like I need to be more careful in the future, in case I'm found out...'

Klein, who had only drunk coffee once since he met Lynn, nodded without denying it, and said, "I do have a preference for sweets, but I'm not averse to spicy food either. In fact, as long as it's delicious, I'm open to anything."

"That's the same as me. Speaking of which, Sherlock, you're not from the Backlund region, are you? Once this event is over, how about I treat you guys to a meal?"

Lynn stroked his chin, naturally changing Klein's title from Sherlock Moriarty to just Sherlock. His change of topic was natural, neither awkward nor annoying.

And without waiting for Klein to refuse, Lynn continued excitedly, "Let me tell you, I grew up in Backlund since I was a child. I know what's delicious here very well. There are some delicacies that you outsiders just won't understand; only the locals do."

(End of Chapter)