Chapter 101
Feral Sentinels Obey Only Her
Chapter 102 Handmade Warmth
The ferret nodded firmly and held the handmade doll out toward Lyra once again.
Lyra tilted her head, utterly touched by the little creature’s thoughtfulness.
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Cedric looked down at the ferret, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It watched me the entire time I was making this and tried to copy every step.
“It ran out of its own fur to use as material, so it kept snatching tufts from the cat. It almost got scratched multiple times p>
Lyra pressed a hand lightly to her chest, her heart melting completely.
She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. Snow was Cedric’s spirit animal, not hers.
If it were hers, she would have pulled the sweet little creature into her arms and showered it with endless kisses without hesitation.
It was simply too adorable–lively, intelligent, and endlessly considerate.
Once more, Lyra lamented the fact that she could not form a spirit animal of her own.
She accepted the gift from the ferret, cradling the lopsided little doll in her palm. A warm, fuzzy feeling settled deep in her heart.
After gently petting the ferret’s head, Lyra tapped her own head, gesturing upward.
Snow’s eyes lit up with delight. It scampered nimbly up her arm in a few quick moves before flopping down atop her head like a soft strip of towel.
Its round black eyes wandered curiously over the surroundings, and its tiny paws batted playfully at the strands of fringe falling over Lyra’s forehead.
“Easy now, Snow. Don’t get too mischievous.” Cedric’s warm voice carried a gentle warning.
Lyra waved her hand with a smile, reassuring him that it was fine.
She loved getting close to these gentle, lovely little creatures.
With one tiny companion perched on her head and another resting on her shoulder, Lyra walked forward with a bright, cheerful grin.
Cedric watched her retreating figure, a faint smile lingering on his face. A subtle warmth spread across his features, slow and mellow like the delayed rush of wine.
Soft pink blush bloomed across his cheeks, making his delicate, handsome face look more vibrant and beautiful than any blooming flower.
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A dark shadow suddenly drifted into his line of sight.
Cedric’s expression faltered. He immediately dropped his gaze, overcome with guilt.
“…Mr. Vale p>
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Lyra was so important, yet he had foolishly gone along with hiding things from Hadrien.
If Hadrien hadn’t come to ask personally, Cedric would have never known the man had already figured out the truth–and possessed far more information than he’d assumed.
Hadrien walked past him without a single sideways glance.
“No need for apologies p>
Caution was a good thing.
There was a faint edge of quiet discontent in his tone. He and Cedric had fought side by side once, yet Cedric chose to guard this secret from him, treating him like nothing more than a self–serving politician.
“I rushed through these. They’re probably not much use to you right now p>
Harlan’s voice remained deep and hoarse, carrying a steady, reassuring calm.
Lyra shook her head, craning slightly to peek curiously behind him.
He’d been hiding something from her since earlier.
He hadn’t concealed it well though, and she’d already caught a glimpse of pink fabric peeking out from behind his back.
Sensing her eager anticipation, Harlan hesitantly brought the hidden items out into view.
There were several pieces in total: a hair tie, a scarf, a beanie, and a pair of gloves.
Every single piece had been hand–woven with the weaving tool Lyra had given him.
Lyra’s mouth fell open in pure surprise.
He called this rushing?
If he’d been given another two weeks, he would have probably woven an entire matching wardrobe to cover her from head to toe.
Harlan glanced at her, then frowned critically at his own handiwork, looking dissatisfied.
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“I’d hoped your hair would have grown long enough to tie back by the time you returned…
“The beanie is passable, I suppose. The wind’s picked up lately, turning chilly.
“These gloves… once I get more materials, I’ll line the inside with soft fleece for you p>
He mumbled to himself quietly, reaching to take back the pieces he deemed imperfect.
Lyra quickly pressed her hand over his to stop him.
Harlan looked up, only to meet Lyra’s bright, sparkling eyes.
Her gaze was clear and unwavering, silently telling him one thing: I want these.
Harlan stared at her, momentarily stunned.
The emerald feral pupil in one of his eyes widened, blank and dazed.
“…What is it p>
Lyra pointed to herself, then gestured toward the handmade accessories.
Harlan’s vertical feral pupil narrowed slightly in surprise.
“…You want them p>
Lyra nodded her head firmly and eagerly.
Harlan frowned faintly.
“But… they’re flawed. You can take the beanie for now, at least p>
Lyra couldn’t understand his hesitation. Every piece was exquisitely crafted with soft, lovely colors that any girl would adore.
Yet Harlan seemed to find fault in every detail.
Keeping her hand pressed over his to stop him from putting the gifts away, Lyra quickly pulled out pen and paper and wrote.
“They’re beautiful. I love them all. May I keep them p>
Harlan stared at her neat handwriting for a long moment.
“They’re still far from perfect p>
Lyra shook her head quickly and wrote again.
“ You said the wind is chilly lately. These thin pieces are perfect for blocking the breeze.
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“They’re not too thick or stuffy at all. They fit perfectly p>
She tilted her head and blinked playfully at him, as if silently asking for his agreement.
Harlan’s gaze froze at the rare, lively smile on her face.
“… You truly don’t mind the imperfections p>
Lyra shook her head vigorously.
To prove she meant it, she reached out and took all the gifts from his hands.
She draped the slender–bodied Snow around her neck, letting the ferret and the red fish stare curiously at each other.
Next, she pulled on the beanie and wrapped the scarf around her neck.
She hung the gloves loosely around her neck for the time being and slid the hair tie onto her wrist for later use.
Once she was finished, she twirled in a small circle, silently showing off the full look for Harlan.
“See? They fit perfectly p>
Harlan’s eyes lingered on her figure, his gaze softening slowly.
The beanie framed her face, making her features look smaller and softer, with a few stray strands of hair sticking up cutely on top.
Cedric’s spirit animal poked its tiny head out from the scarf, its clear, bright eyes mirroring Lyra’s exactly.
Two small, sweet, adorable creatures.
Watching the sweet scene, Harlan’s pupils trembled slightly, and a faint, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Lyra’s eyes lit up instantly. She pointed straight at him and stepped closer.
Harlan stiffened, confused by her sudden reaction.
Lyra looked at him helplessly and wrote on her paper.
“You just smiled, didn’t you p>
Harlan blinked slowly.
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Did I?
Lyra wrote firmly, “I saw it clearly p>
Harlan thought back carefully, his expression utterly earnest.
“I didn’t feel it p>
Lyra let out a quiet laugh, amused by his honest cluelessness.
Honest was a generous way to put it.
Finister!
Harlan was simply a little rigid and slow to react, even though his tone usually sounded as gentle
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