“This is…
a bishop’s robe?” Little Otto said uncertainly, looking at the platinum garment in Lucien’s hand.
Hearing this, Lucien guiltily made a hush gesture toward him, “That old man isn’t even dead yet.
What bishop’s robe?
It’s just a nice-looking piece of clothing.”
“That ba…
Purple clothes don’t suit you.
Come and try mine to see how it fits?” (Phainon: “It goes really well with yellow—you should give it a try!”)
As he spoke, the youth stuffed the garment in his hands into the child’s arms.
Little Otto didn’t hate Lucien’s behavior; instead, he felt somewhat secretly pleased, yet he still spoke up to softly defend himself:
“The color scheme of my clothes…
has its reasons…”
Hearing him say this, Lucien raised an eyebrow noncommittally.
Probably because purple is very noble?
“The color of a piece of clothing can’t change anything.
I still don’t support little boys wearing purple clothes.”
“Besides, I practiced for a long time just to make this piece.
Are you going to wear it or not?
If not, give it back to me!”
Little Otto lowered his eyelids without answering, but his hands moved with exceptional dexterity, unbuttoning several buttons in a row.
A little boy, huh…
Hmm…
(TL: SUS ඞ)
Wearing only a thin shirt, he…
He casually tossed the purple garment in his hand onto the nearby desk, switching into that suite of platinum attire instead.
Conveniently, he also tied up his hair, which had previously been hanging loose.
Seeing this, Lucien contentedly hooked the corners of his mouth and snapped his fingers.
“Snap—”
As the crisp sound fell, a bright mirror materialized in front of little Otto.
The luxurious, snow-white attire adorned with golden tassels added a touch of heroic spirit and sanctity to the child’s already one-in-a-million extraordinary appearance in the mirror.
“How is it?
It’s better than that purple outfit, right?”
“Mm…
It’s just…”
“What?”
“It’s just a bit tight around the chest.”
Lucien was slightly stunned, then squatted down to check.
Come to think of it, it really was.
The garment was good in every way, except that the button on the chest couldn’t be buttoned up.
But Lucien had made the clothes strictly according to the measurements.
Theoretically, such an error shouldn’t happen, right?
Puzzled, he could only attribute it to children growing too fast.
“It must be because you’re growing.
It seems I’ll have to remake a set for you every once in a while from now on.”
With that, he leaned close to little Otto’s chest to adjust the garment’s size, completely unaware of the unnatural expression on little Otto’s face.
In a short while, the size of the clothes was modified.
The power of the Void Archives is quite magical, isn’t it?
Lucien raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, only to see that little Otto’s snow-white face was as red as if it were about to bleed.
“Why is your face suddenly so red?
Is the clothing hot?”
“Uh, yeah, I, I suddenly glowed with radiant health.”
Hearing this, Lucien almost choked on his breath and cast a suspicious glance at little Otto.
Just as he wanted to say something further, hesitant footsteps sounded from outside the door.
The words were stuck in his throat, and there was no longer any need to say them out.
Lucien immediately concealed his figure, ensuring that only little Otto could see him.
The two waited in the room for a solid minute before finally welcoming a knock as hesitant as the footsteps.
“Come in.” Little Otto’s voice was cold and detached.
The door opened in response, and a boy whose appearance was very similar to little Otto poked half his body in—it was the child who had previously scolded Otto because of the airplane model.
Seeing little Otto gazing infatuatedly at the window, he was first surprised by the other’s change in attire, then pondered slightly and let out a soft sigh.
Then he strode to little Otto’s side, “It was my fault that day; I shouldn’t have said those things, nor should I have gotten impatient with you.
But the wood chips produced by you researching that contraption are really not good for your health…”
As he spoke, he actually started educating Otto once again on the hazards of manual crafts.
Little Otto listened silently, his eyes staring straight ahead at the window in front of him—that was where Lucien was, and also the direction from which the light shone in.
The boy had thin skin; after talking for a bit and finding that little Otto ignored him completely, he naturally couldn’t hold back his pride, and his nagging mouth stopped.
Apart from silence, there was only silence.
The room became extremely quiet, and the atmosphere grew awkward.
Seeing this scene, Lucien stroked his smooth chin, his brows slightly furrowed.
Didn’t they say little Otto’s siblings were all bad to him?
Just based on the fact that he was still young yet could step on his own pride to apologize in person, it didn’t look like someone capable of doing truly heinous things at all, right?
Thinking of this, Lucien’s mind stirred, signaling little Otto to act according to his instructions.
Execute a smooth combo of apologies and thank-yous first, to see how the other party would respond.
Although little Otto didn’t understand the purpose of this, he didn’t hesitate at all.
“Fourth Brother is joking.
It’s just that I suffer from a stubborn illness and am naturally reclusive.
It’s truly wrong of me not to have thanked Fourth Brother for your concern.”
As soon as these words came out, Otto’s Fourth Brother was completely dumbfounded, unable to figure out what had just happened for a long while.
Was this something Otto could say?
No wait, Otto could even speak!?
“Th-this is nothing,” he looked at little Otto, his eyes flashing, before turning dim again, “The one who should apologize has always been me.”
“That thing you’re researching called an ‘airplane’, I’ve actually always thought it was pretty amazing.”
“!?”
“How could something that can fly into the sky not be amazing?
The reason I said that before was just because I was afraid the wood chips generated during crafting would be bad for your health.”
“I’ve thought more than once, perhaps our status provided you with some help, but it also deeply restricted you…
Sigh, why am I saying this.”
“In the future, I’ll have even fewer opportunities to come to your side.
Otherwise, I’ll be isolated, and you’ll be bullied for no reason.
Here—take this.”
The boy stuffed the object in his hand into the child’s hands, and then turned and left without a word.
“Also, your new outfit is really good-looking.” Unreserved praise fell together with the sound of the door closing.
Facing the setting sun, little Otto opened his palms, and a well-wrapped candy quietly lay on his palm.
[ How wonderful the world is.
]
[ The young little bishop blankly stared at the candy in his hand that represented recognition.
]
[ Even though he no longer needed recognition at this moment, this was still something he had painstakingly sought for a very long time previously.
]
[ Now that it was easily found, whose credit was it anyway?
]
[ He cast his gaze toward you in front of him.
]
[ To this, you smiled without a word.
]
[ Human emotions are even more magical than the Void Archives, aren’t they?
]
[ The young bishop doesn’t understand human hearts and lacks strong control over emotions—this is the biggest flaw you can see in him.
]
[ Right now is the first lesson you are teaching him.
]
Enveloped in the afterglow of the setting sun, the youth peeled off the candy wrapper and fed the candy into the child’s mouth.
“Is it sweet?”
“Mm, sweet.”
“Sweet is right.
I hope your life in the future, and the time we spend together from now on, will be as sweet as this candy.”
Little Otto felt the sweetness blooming in his mouth and nodded slightly.
[ Otto Apocalypse has never regretted meeting you in this lifetime.
]
[ Otto Apocalypse has always firmly believed that your time together will be wonderful.
]
[ It’s just…
that being said, this candy is ultimately not sweet enough.