Hate me, Miss Witch!

But soon after, Shiayar began to regret the praise he had just given to Jayee.

Because the next moment, he heard the faint footsteps behind him, descending from the second floor and drawing ever closer.

And the faint, lingering sandalwood scent that had been with him day and night for the past decade, already deeply etched into Shiayar's soul, wafted to his nostrils.

"Back when you saved me in Ceylon... you even said you wanted me to be your pretty girl, your cherished comfort."

"But now it seems, Student Shiayar, you have quite a few cherished comforts."

A pleasing voice arose by Shiayar's ear. Immediately after, he felt a warm, soft body sit down beside him on the couch.

Enola leaned her head against Shiayar's shoulder, her sandalwood-scented, light golden hair cascading from her forehead and falling onto Shiayar's neck, bringing a slight tickling sensation.

Shiayar felt two warm hands rest on his temples, gently massaging them.

"Even after all these years, Ennie, you're still the same... getting jealous even over a Mechanical Pet Beast."

Not to be outdone, Shiayar pinched the soft face of the golden-haired girl; the sensation was as good as it ever was, just like when they were still in Ceylon.

Although ten years had passed, Shiayar found that other than opening up a bit, this girl, Ennie, hadn't changed her personality at all.

With her face pinched by Shiayar, the golden-haired girl's cheeks reddened slightly.

But instead of resisting, she actively snuggled closer into Shiayar's embrace.

Feeling the fragrant, soft body in his arms, Shiayar also felt a stirring heat within himself.

His fingers twitched slightly, as if he were about to do something.

But then, Shiayar saw Silver and Jayee, who had stopped their work, peeking over the couch with shining eyes.

"This is adult business; children shouldn't get involved."

He waved his hand, and Jayee obediently returned to her invincible metal form, joining Silver in retreating back to the Soul Pact Space.

Nevertheless, within the Soul Pact Space, the chattering of the two Pet Beasts did not cease.

The stock market that had been frozen for ten years, with the awakening of the various Pet Beasts, opened once again.

And at this moment, without a doubt, Silver had the upper hand.

There was no helping it. In the stock market simulated by Jayee's vast computing power, stocks like Silvia, the Second Princess, Master, and his mother Su Lun showed fluctuations; any party could potentially gain the upper hand in a chaotic trend. In contrast, the stock represented by Enola had been in a bull market for ten years, ever since she and Shiayar entered the Imaginary Zone's remains and began living in the Garden of Eden.

By now, it had forged an immense gap with all the other stocks.

"Mom, you have to work hard," Jayee thought.

Looking across at the little white ferret wagging its tail smugly in the Soul Pact Space, Jayee couldn't help but whisper to herself.

There was no helping it. As a holder who had gone all-in on Su Lun stock, she had to bow—no, lower her creaturely status—before Silver, the leader of the 'Shiayar-Enola' fan group.

But as long as there was no marriage, there was still a chance.

Team Su Lun never admits defeat!

...

Once all the Pet Beasts had returned to the Soul Pact Space, Shiayar's hand roamed restlessly onto the golden-haired girl's waist, moving upwards.

Hmm, still as flat and board-like as ever, unchanged for ten years.

Is this the legendary, deeply ingrained 'steel plate' gene, even more indelible than the Dragon Race lineage?

Shiayar sighed inwardly.

Enola didn't resist his movements but snuggled even closer into Shiayar's embrace.

"My jealousy isn't really about Jayee..."

"It's about Su Lun."

She whispered, nestled in Shiayar's embrace.

Her breath was warm and carried a moist touch.

"When we return to the Main Material Plane, you'll definitely go to find them."

"Not just Su Lun, but also Silvia, Her Royal Highness... You plan to intervene in the conspiracy hatched by the evil cults to overthrow the Empire and use this as an opportunity to return, don't you?"

Shiayar nodded.

"When are those evil cults planning to start their move?"

He thought for a moment. "Tomorrow evening, Main Material Plane time. Converted to the Garden of Eden's now-stabilized time flow, that's about a week from now."

Shiayar didn't deny it, because this was something he inevitably had to do.

To say that Shiayar's heart didn't long for Silvia Babe, Su Lun, and Isadella after ten years apart would undoubtedly be a lie.

Nor did he choose to lie, because lies were meaningless in front of this golden-haired girl who knew him through and through.

If not for this, she wouldn't have crossed a millennium of history to come to the Imaginary Zone and spend these ten years in the Garden of Eden with him.

"I knew it."

Enola sighed softly.

"The truth is, the more I understand you, Shiayar, the clearer I see."

"How incredibly difficult it is to have you all to myself."

"But..."

Her words paused for a moment.

"At least right now, at this very moment—"

"We haven't yet returned to the Main Material Plane; we are still in the Garden of Eden."

She gazed at Shiayar intently with her sky-blue eyes from an incredibly close distance, speaking word by word.

"So, Shiayar."

"In this final month."

"I want to leave a mark in your heart that belongs only to me."