Silvanus spent nearly an hour bathing Vivian, and he didn't forget to warn her, "If you dare play in the mud again, don't even think about sleeping on the bed."
Vivian felt utterly innocent and pitiful. Play in the mud? What nonsense? It had clearly been out looking for breakfast!
It sniffled twice, then turned its head away, determined not to look at Silvanus anymore.
Silvanus couldn't help giving it two light pats, amused. "Well, well. Not only do you refuse to admit your mistake, but you're also sulking. Truly, indulgence creates spoiled brats."
Vivian: "..." Vivian had nothing left to say. It simply shut its eyes and pretended to sleep.
Silvanus didn't bother with it further. His mind was on his own future—on what awaited him after obtaining Hobbit's legacy.
The farther one traveled from the human capital, the more chaotic everything became—not only because of the darkness, but also due to poverty.
