Chapter 62: Better to Go Black! (Third Chapter, 10,000 Words)

“Activate, everyone’s Li Ensu, so it shouldn’t be too extreme.”

Thus, the spirit’s card turned to light, and Li En closed his eyes.

The next instant, a “Li En. Kuku” with flickering pupils blinked and woke up.

Unlike “Sul,” who immediately drew his sword and charged out, this newly awakened spirit took a moment to understand the situation.

Soon, he saw Li En’s worry and unease—Li En had genuinely considered locking him to the bed all day, afraid of angering the spirit too much.

“Kuku” was annoyed; he was a mature adult, how could he hold a grudge against a junior over something trivial?

Negative satisfaction? What’s that? Does it concern Lord Kuku?

“Tsk tsk, underestimating Kuku? Is Kuku the kind who holds grudges against big bad dragons and blindingly stinky cans? Hmm, yes, Kuku is.” It seemed this self-talking spirit was in serious trouble.

“Friend, friend, are you free? Can you play with Laina?” But at this moment, Laina showed up.

Lately, Li En had been too busy, repeatedly canceling their agreed-upon playtime.

Now that he finally had time, the friend came knocking.

At this moment, “Li En. Kuku” looked at the adorable little Laina, and his mood instantly improved.

Kuku Li En loved white hair and red eyes, and this pure little cutie? Even more so.

“It’s all your fault for not playing with cute little Laina today—I’ll make up for it by playing with you to your heart’s content!” Li En made a promise, and Kuku swore to fulfill it.

Immediately, little Laina jumped up happily.

“Great! Don’t you dare stop halfway again and say you’re busy!!”

Hearing this, “Li En. Kuku” felt overwhelming guilt—how cruel was this bad version of himself to have abandoned cute little Laina so many times?

But because the little girl was bouncing around, her already-loose dress slipped further.

She frowned, remembering she’d be scolded if she didn’t wear it, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

“Laina doesn’t want to wear clothes? Then don’t.” Seeing some memories, “Li En. Kuku” happily gave a thumbs-up.

Due to species differences, the non-human Kuku felt nothing toward female beastfolk, and saw no issue with the little cub being unclothed.

In his homeland, his burrowing kin considered pants a luxury—most were essentially naked.

Seeing the little one still hesitating, he took her small hand and cheerfully shook it.

“Come on, friend, let’s go catch sea mothers.”

“Mm, mm!”

Thus, the big friend pulled the little one, and the two took flight.

“What a peaceful day.”

In the parlor, Young Lady Saliman was happily enjoying her afternoon tea.

“With those troubles gone, I can finally take a proper break. The Princess has finally left.” The latter was the real point.

It wasn’t just Li En who felt relieved—Saliman had been under pressure too.

The Princess who finally left her estate was her greatest source of stress.

With her superior gone, this “girl” pretending to be mature could finally relax.

But thinking of the man still in the estate, she felt uneasy—had she been too cold to him? He’d just lost his power today, the most vulnerable moment.

Watching his solitary return to his room, his usual confident posture had turned hurried, as if deeply depressed.

Maybe I should send some snacks in later.

She hesitated again—should she just go herself? But their relationship hadn’t reached that point, had she gone too far?

“Forget it, there’s plenty of time—take it one step at a time.”

The young lady laid her face on the table and, once again, gave up pathetically.

She scolded herself for being useless while staring at the corridor outside, blowing steam into her coffee cup.

The next instant, she spat it all out!

“Laina!! You’re not wearing clothes again! I’ve told you so many times—wear them properly!” The little one simply walked right past.

She was about to stand and stop her, when an even stranger scene appeared at the corridor door.

Something that at least looked like Li En was skipping past the doorway.

“Wear your clothes.” She was stunned—what was so white? What had no restraints? What was wearing only socks?!

Elephant, elephant, why is your trunk so long!

Yes, to let Laina fulfill her dream, shed all constraints, and enjoy life freely.

“Li En. Kuku” was also wearing only socks as he walked right past!

Instantly, Saliman froze, petrified—her once-elegant pupils now filled with swaying elephants, elephants.

“Aaaahhhhh!” A scream echoed throughout the Sudar estate.

“Master under attack?!” Instantly, all hidden female supernatural guards and combat maids activated.

They dropped their tasks and rushed over to check on their mistress, then—

Elephant, elephant, why is your trunk so long!

Li En. Kuku spun and jumped cheerfully past.

“Your Excellency!”

“What happened to you!”

“What dark magic is this? A priest! Get a priest!”

Many of the estate’s maids had privately regarded Li En as the future master’s husband and knew him well.

Gossip among them was inevitable, yet most acknowledged the character and ability of this future master’s husband.

This bizarre scene didn’t just shock them—it made them question whether they were dreaming.

“This lord has fully regressed today. Could he have caught the same illness as Miss Laina? They say Miss Laina was his former comrade, and also suffers similar issues, even lost her memory.” One combat maid quickly offered a seemingly plausible excuse.

But watching the future master’s husband run around naked with the little girl, doing the Swan Lake dance—oh heavens, the Sudar family’s century-long reputation!

“Stop him! Absolutely prevent him from stepping outside!” At stake was the Sudar family’s honor—they must stop them!

Thus, the estate’s formidable guards began desperately intercepting the duo climbing towers and scaling heights.

Oh heavens, he’s standing on one leg atop the Heroine’s statue—elephant, don’t shake!! This is definitely a nightmare! An illusion!

Finally, the frantic snake-woman caught up and waved her hand, preparing to cast a hypnotic spell.

“Mind—”

But far away, Li En. Kuku merely raised his hand casually.

The magical aura in Saliman’s hand vanished—the spell was instantly countered!

This was ridiculous! Such distance, and the spell was recognized and countered the moment it was cast.

She’d used a rare mind magic—and it was instantly crushed?

At this moment, Saliman was utterly stunned.

“I’m interested in spellcasters too.” The woman recalled, and clenched her teeth in rage.

“You liar!” The furious woman began another spell.

This time, it was a high-tier third-ring mind magic—her master’s secret technique. She’d teach this man who deceived her a lesson.

“Snap!” The man standing on one leg didn’t even bother to turn back.

He merely snapped his fingers—no gaze, only sound—and countered the spell again.

Watching the magical aura in her hand extinguish once more, Saliman began doubting reality.

But perhaps he’d grown bored of the scenery, or had memorized the estate’s layout—Li En. Kuku simply jumped down.

Immediately, combat maids who had prepared themselves surrounded him, holding clothes, ready to—

“Snap!”

Another snap, and a puddle of slippery oil appeared on the floor.

Logically, such a low-tier oil spell should be meaningless against these combat maids.

Yet impossibly, they all slipped and were about to fall.

“Snap!” Another snap—a low-tier Featherfall spell (reduces fall damage)—somehow made the fall perfectly smooth.

These were all bottom-tier first-ring spells and tricks, but this style? No one had ever heard of it—who’d be so wasteful as to add Featherfall to a ground fall?

But how could Featherfall even activate at such a low height? It made no sense.

At this moment, the outer maids took him seriously, treating him as a major threat—but it still did no good.

It seemed this awakened “Sorcerer” had limitless mana—just a few tricks, and he escaped both the maids and the young lady’s pursuit.

Thus, Laina had her happiest day, while the entire Sudar estate endured its most humiliating day.

That day, the armor in the corridor moved on its own, engaging in a joyful horseback battle.

That day, the estate’s curtains became multi-level ski slides; with real snow aiding them, the little girl and the man’s joyful laughter echoed from the rooftop.

That day, the Heroine’s statue came alive, danced a wild tap dance, then returned to its fountain base covered in crayon drawings—face-down.

That day, the fountain’s water turned into jellyfish-shaped water elements, which she and he dragged around the entire estate.

That day, laughter and frantic chases filled every corner—maids and the young lady alike; well, at least the first two looked happy.

That day, the estate gained endless new amusements.

“I want to die. Really.”

The next morning, Li En awoke amid chaos, sitting atop a graffiti-covered statue’s head, questioning life.

“Really, I want to die.”

Bare naked, wearing only socks, he seriously contemplated a matter of life and death.

Across from him sat the estate’s owner, whom he had tormented.

“Get out!” Sallyman, dressed in a sandcloth and curtain as clothes (her garments had been whisked away by magic), was not only blushing furiously, but her tail had also bristled with anger.

Li En was too ashamed to face anyone and fled in haste, taking Lana back to his home.

Meanwhile, Sallyman stormed back to her room, only to see a painting: the great Heroine Laina was battling the Demon King’s mammoth war elephant.

Elephant, elephant, why is your trunk so long?

She instantly blushed.

Maybe it was from embarrassment. Maybe.

(End of Chapter)