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"This is... a bishop's robe?" Little Otto looked at the platinum garment in Lu Mian's hands, unsure.

Hearing this, Lu Mian made a sneaky gesture, like a thief in the dark.

"That old bastard isn't dead yet—just some bishop's robe and a set of pretty clothes."

"That purple outfit of yours really doesn't suit you. Why not try mine instead?"

Saying this, the young man shoved the clothes into the child's arms.

Little Otto didn't dislike Lu Mian's actions—in fact, he even felt a strange kind of satisfaction. But still, he mumbled a soft defense:

"The color of my outfit… it actually has meaning..."

Lu Mian raised an eyebrow without much concern.

Was it because purple was supposed to be noble?

"Color doesn't change who you are. And honestly, I still don't support little boys wearing purple."

"I worked really hard tailoring this one. Are you gonna wear it or not? If not, give it back."

Little Otto lowered his eyelids silently. But his fingers moved fluidly, unfastening several buttons one after another.

Little bishop... Hmm...

He was only wearing a thin undershirt. He casually tossed the purple outfit onto the desk and changed into the platinum one.

At the same time, he tied back the long hair that usually flowed freely down his back.

Watching this, Lu Mian nodded in satisfaction, a faint grin forming at the corner of his mouth. He snapped his fingers.

*Snap—*

As the crisp sound echoed, a bright mirror shimmered into the air before Little Otto.

The opulent bishop's robe—pure white with golden lining—rested on the child's petite figure, adding a delicate elegance and sacred weight to his already hauntingly beautiful form.

"How about it? Isn't this way better than that ugly purple thing?"

"Mm..." Otto hesitated, "It's just..."

"What?"

"My chest feels a bit tight..."

Lu Mian paused for a second, then crouched down to check the fit.

There was no need to explain. The button at Otto's chest was clearly bulging.

Lu Mian was certain he'd tailored the clothes precisely based on measurement data. There shouldn't have been such a margin of error...

Unable to figure it out, he sighed.

"...Guess I'll need to remake your body from time to time, since you keep growing."

He leaned in close to Otto's chest to adjust the fit, not noticing at all the increasingly unnatural expression spreading on the child's face.

Before long, the sizing was done.

Void Archives' Thousand Treasures magic really worked miracles.

Lu Mian wiped the light sheen of sweat from his forehead, but what met his gaze was Otto's flushed, almost glowing-white cheeks.

"...Why's your face all red all of a sudden? Are the clothes too warm?"

"Uhh… I think I'm just... shining today..."

Hearing this, Lu Mian almost choked, casting a suspicious glance at the boy.

But just as he was about to say something, hesitant footsteps echoed faintly from outside.

No need to speak. Even if the words were stuck in your throat.

Lu Mian disappeared at once, making himself visible only to Little Otto.

The room fell silent. A full minute passed.

Then came a cautious knock at the door—just as hesitant as the steps.

"Come in," Otto said coldly.

The door creaked open. A young boy peeked in—one who bore an eerily similar face to Little Otto. It was the same child Otto had previously ignored over a model airplane.

He noticed the change in Otto's clothes, but after pausing a moment, he let out a faint sigh.

He stepped into the room and stood beside Otto.

"...That day was my fault. I shouldn't have said what I said... shouldn't have competed with you. But the wood shavings from that thing... they're bad for your health..."

The words, once again, managed to cut Otto.

Otto remained silent, his gaze fixed on the window—the place where the light fell and where Lu Mian stood watching.

The older boy kept talking, but seeing Otto's complete lack of reaction, his lips grew dry, and the words came to a halt.

Silence.

Only silence.

The atmosphere inside the room grew heavy.

Lu Mian stroked his chin, brows furrowed slightly.

So Otto's siblings were just as cold, huh?

Still, for a boy that young to apologize like this... it wasn't something many people could do.

With a flick of thought, Lu Mian gestured toward Otto—guiding him with a sequence of gestures: apology first, then kindness.

Otto didn't quite get the full intent, but didn't hesitate for a second.

"Brother Four is joking. I'm chronically ill and socially withdrawn by nature. It was my fault for not expressing gratitude when you showed concern."

Otto's brother froze.

What... what the hell?

Is this something Otto would actually say?

Wait—Otto can actually *say* things like that!?

"T-That's not a big deal!" The boy looked at Otto, his eyes lit for a brief second, then dimmed again. "I should be the one apologizing."

"...That airplane thing of yours—actually, I think it's amazing."

"!?"

"I mean... how can something that flies not be incredible? I only said that before because I was scared those wooden bits would harm you..."

"I've always thought our family status gave you some things, but also trapped you. Ugh, why am I rambling?"

"...Anyway, I won't be able to come see you often anymore. If I do, they'll say I'm dragging you down."

"Here. Take this."

The boy pressed a small object into Otto's hand and turned away, leaving in silence.

"...Also, your new outfit—really suits you."

His sincere praise echoed alongside the sound of the door closing.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Little Otto opened his palm.

A neatly wrapped piece of candy lay quietly in it.

How wonderful this world is.

The young bishop stared blankly at the candy—a symbol of recognition.

Even if he no longer *needed* such recognition, it was something he had craved for so long.

And now that it came so easily... who made it happen?

He turned his gaze toward you.

You smiled back, without saying a word.

Isn't human emotion more miraculous than even the boundless Void?

The young bishop still couldn't grasp the complexity of human hearts. His emotional control was fragile—his biggest flaw, in your eyes.

So this… this was your very first lesson to him.

Bathed in the afterglow, you unwrapped the candy and slipped it gently into his mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

"Mm. Sweet."

"Good. I hope your future—and our time together—is just as sweet as this candy."

Little Otto savored the taste blooming on his tongue, and nodded softly.

Otto Apocalis never regretted meeting you in this life.

Otto Apocalis always believed the bond between you two would be beautiful.

Just... if only... this candy were sweet enough.

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