[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond":3,"chapter-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-185":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1333387,1774,"Chapter 185 - : 185 : I Missed You!","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-185",185,"\u003Cp>They appeared beside the desk without sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No ripple. No flash. Just presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both dropped to one knee the instant reality settled, heads lowered, eyes fixed on the polished black stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea Albinos sat behind her desk, fingers laced, chin resting lightly on her knuckles. She did not look surprised. She rarely did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor spoke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen remained silent, posture perfect, blindfold still in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea exhaled softly, a small smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stand up, both of you,\" She said. \"You’re going to ruin my floor with all that kneeling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rose immediately, still not meeting her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s good to see you,\" Alethea continued, tone warm but sharp underneath. \"Both of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty,\" Eryndor said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea waved a hand dismissively. \"Don’t flatter me. I called you here because I wanted answers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shifted—direct, piercing—straight to Sylen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Kaemir Thorne,\" She said. \"Gone. Confirmed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Your Majesty,\" Eryndor replied. \"Sylen completed the assignment personally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea leaned back in her chair. \"Tell me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor did not sugarcoat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forty guards eliminated. No witnesses escaped. The target was executed in his estate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea nodded slowly. \"Clean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not entirely,\" Eryndor said. \"His family entered the room during the execution.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah,\" Alethea said. \"That part.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen stiffened, just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They saw her,\" Eryndor continued. \"They would have spoken. She removed them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed. Heavy, deliberate silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea did not react immediately. She stared at the desk, fingers tapping once, twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wife?\" She asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twins probably.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea sighed, long and tired, like someone who had heard this kind of story far too many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up at Sylen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t dwell on it,\" She said plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen blinked beneath the blindfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did your job,\" Alethea said. \"You didn’t create the situation. You ended it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen hesitated—then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea’s gaze softened just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Because if you start carrying ghosts, you slow down. And I don’t need slow assassins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor inclined his head. \"She followed orders perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Alethea said. \"That’s why you’re both still breathing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She straightened, business returning to her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now. New work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them focused instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one’s messier,\" Alethea said. \"Border city. Port-side. Smuggling ring tied to three noble houses and one very stupid cult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor raised an eyebrow. \"Stupid how?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Summoning things they can’t control,\" Alethea said flatly. \"The usual.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tapped the desk, and a projection flared to life—maps, faces, routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want the ring gone. Not disrupted. Gone. Leaders dead. Records burned. Survivors scattered so badly they can’t even remember who they were working for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen spoke. \"Timeframe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two weeks,\" Alethea replied. \"Quiet first week. Loud second if needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the cult?\" Eryndor asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Erase them,\" Alethea said. \"Every last robe-wearing idiot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen nodded. \"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea’s lips twitched. \"You don’t even flinch anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I flinch later,\" Sylen replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea chuckled. \"Fair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One more thing,\" She said. \"Your sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen’s head lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merek is currently training with her general,\" Alethea continued. \"She’s alive. Loud. Still reckless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor snorted quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can go see her if you want,\" Alethea said. \"Before you leave. Or after. Your call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen turned her head slightly toward Eryndor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She faced the queen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Your Majesty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alethea waved them off. \"Don’t thank me yet. Survive first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor stepped back, one hand already tracing the sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Until next report,\" He said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eryndor left. Sylen stopped atop a roof on the palace training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She heard footsteps. She felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That familiar pressure in the air. That careless rhythm. That presence that was loud without sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curved faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Found you,\" she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far below, on the ground, Merek Silia was mid-strike. Her fist slammed into the padded dummy’s chest, then her knee followed, sharp and brutal. Sweat clung to her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stands facing forward with a calm, dangerous poise, her presence balanced between elegance and lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her short silver-white hair is asymmetrical—one side shaved close, the other falling in a soft sweep that frames her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black, ornate eye-mask covers her eyes; a hole on the right eye side, for her see. The other side is as it is, as her left eye is blind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her outfit is a fitted, dark teal leather ensemble, tailored tightly to her body. The material clings smoothly to her torso, emphasizing a full, heavy bust pushed together by the cut of the garment, creating a deep, glossy cleavage that draws the eye immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leather stretches naturally over her chest, suggesting weight and softness beneath the firm structure of the clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her waist narrows before flaring into wide, rounded hips, the curve pronounced and powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lower half of her outfit hugs her hips and thighs, reinforcing a strong, grounded stance—sensual, but built for movement rather than display alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wears fingerless gloves. A matching dagger is strapped securely to her thigh, bound by leather harnesses that wrap around her leg with deliberate precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small metallic ornaments and clasps decorate her outfit, adding subtle weight and sound to her movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bell earrings on her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her good eye narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That feeling,\" Merek muttered. \"No way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She vanished from the rooftop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And reappeared right in front of Sylen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SY-CHAAAN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shout echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen barely had time to brace before Merek crashed into her, arms wrapping around her tightly, face smashing straight into Sylen’s chest without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Merek,\" Sylen choked. \"You’re... crushing... me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek laughed loudly, completely ignoring her. \"Nope. Too late. Hug attack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen’s hands hovered awkwardly before settling on Merek’s shoulders. Her face remained calm, expression controlled—but the faint tension in her voice betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You are suffocating me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh. Right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek pulled back just enough to let Sylen breathe, then grinned up at her. \"Wow. Still cold. Still scary. Still my Sy-chan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen turned her head slightly. \"You’re loud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You love it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I tolerate it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek snorted. \"Liar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped down onto the stone and tugged Sylen with her without warning. Sylen ended up seated on Merek’s lap, stiff as a board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merek,\" Sylen said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? You always sit here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is because you force me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Details.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek wrapped an arm around her waist anyway. \"So. Talk. How’s work? Still stabbing important people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cool. Cool. Any explosions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen tilted her head slightly toward her. \"You’re injured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek blinked. \"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your left knuckle. Bruised.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek looked down, then laughed. \"Damn. You can’t even see and you still call me out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Merek softened her voice. \"So. Eryndor. Still scary?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen paused. \"...Master is kind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek stared at her. \"Wow. That’s not what I expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He corrects me when I fail,\" Sylen continued. \"And... listens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek hummed. \"That’s huge praise coming from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen nodded once. \"...My job is still the same.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek tilted her head. \"But?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek noticed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Sy-chan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s arm tightened around her. \"Hey. What happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen exhaled slowly. \"Previous assignment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s tone shifted, lighter gone. \"Bad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Talk to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen hesitated. Then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They saw me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Family?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek didn’t interrupt. Didn’t joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were not targets,\" Sylen said. \"But they became... necessary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice didn’t break. But it was thinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I completed the mission.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Merek pulled her in hard, crushing hug number two, no restraint this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s okay,\" Merek said immediately. \"It’s okay. You hear me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen stiffened, then slowly relaxed into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t do anything wrong,\" Merek continued. \"You did what you had to. Anyone says otherwise, I’ll punch them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen’s fingers curled into Merek’s sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You always say that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because it’s true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen rested her forehead against Merek’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did not feel anything during it,\" She said quietly. \"But afterward... it lingered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek kissed the top of her head without thinking. \"Yeah. That happens. Doesn’t mean you’re broken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You are reckless,\" Sylen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you love me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek smiled softly. \"See? Still human.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stayed like that for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Merek laughed again. \"Wow. Queen lets you visit and you immediately trauma-dump on me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen straightened slightly. \"...You asked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I’ll keep asking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek poked her cheek. \"You’re not alone, Sy-chan. Ever. Got it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek grinned wide. \"Anytime. Now sit still. I’m not done hugging you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I feared as much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, inevitably—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" Merek said, tone far too casual to be innocent. \"We should have some girl talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen blinked once. \"...Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek grinned, the curve of her lips sharp with mischief. \"You know. Girl talk. Maybe you like someone. Or something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen answered instantly. \"Not interested.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow. No hesitation at all,\" Merek said, clicking her tongue. \"Come on. Not even a little? Not one tiny crush?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek leaned forward, peering at her from the side. \"You didn’t even think about it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is nothing to think about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sy-chan,\" Merek whined, voice suddenly high and teasing, \"you’re answering like an old lady. Loosen up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You are nagging.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you’re boring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am efficient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek snorted. \"That’s not a personality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen turned her head slightly, clearly done with the topic. Merek noticed immediately—and, of course, changed tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh. Right,\" Merek said suddenly. \"By the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen’s brow lifted a fraction. \"What.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Serica and Vaara got married.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen turned fully toward her. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek smirked. \"Yep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is impossible,\" Sylen said flatly. \"You’re lying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek gasped in mock offense. \"Wow. Do I ever lie to you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Frequently,\" She said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek laughed. \"Okay, fair. But not about this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen frowned. \"With whom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was sharing a forbidden secret. \"One man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen froze. \"...Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can a single man,\" Sylen continued slowly, disbelief seeping into her voice, \"control those two walking catastrophes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s grin widened. \"Oh, it’s not just some man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s the Child of Prophecy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That name landed like a stone dropped into still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek felt the shift immediately. \"...Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek sighed softly. \"Okay. New topic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen blinked once. \"Like what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s hand slid to Sylen’s waist, fingers warm and familiar. She squeezed lightly, thumb tracing upward in a slow, deliberate motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like body growth,\" Merek said cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen stiffened for exactly half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she sighed. \"Onee-Chan,\" She said, voice flat but not sharp, \"you’re such a pervert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek laughed. \"Can you blame me? I don’t get to see you growing. So I just use whatever time I get with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen didn’t pull away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merely tilted her head slightly. \"...That logic is flawed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, but it works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s hands moved without hesitation, familiar and unashamed, cupping Sylen’s boobs through the dark leather. She hummed thoughtfully. \"Mmm. Yep. You’ve grown.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen remained still. \"Have I.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh yeah,\" Merek said. \"Last time I saw you, you were flat as a board.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen exhaled slowly. Then, deliberately, she leaned forward and rested her head against Merek’s boobs, cheek pressing into the soft weight there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You haven’t changed either,\" Sylen said calmly. \"Still a pillow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek burst out laughing. \"Wow. Straight for the kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You started it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s hands didn’t stop moving. \"Don’t you feel even a little shy? I’m groping you, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek paused. \"...No?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek grinned. \"So you’re shameless now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen lifted her head slightly, \"Huh? You’re shameless. Not me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek laughed again, loud and unrestrained, hands still very much occupied. \"You’re really trying to copy me, aren’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen blinked. \"Copy what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The shaved side,\" Merek said, tapping her own head. \"The blindfold. The small bell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Maybe,\" She admitted quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merek’s grin softened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled Sylen into a tight hug, arms wrapping around her with unrestrained affection. She pressed a kiss to Sylen’s cheek, warm and lingering. \"I love you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylen relaxed completely, her body yielding into the embrace. She held her arm, relaxing against her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I love you too,\" She said softly. \"Onee-Chan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ENS OF Chapter : 185 : I MISSED YOU!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>",2046,"2026-06-05T19:53:19.369Z",1,"novelbin.me","347e1782d9486da2e500ceb0ce128033dae53c19ef70744096526ca980bc0683","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-186","beast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-chapter-184",358,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbeast-taming-reincarnated-with-the-ultimate-bond-cover.jpg"]