Chapter 479 - 243: Error Code_3
Theoretically speaking, Ethan wouldn’t be considered a cat enthusiast, but opening his eyes every morning to see these leisurely little creatures undoubtedly brings joy to one’s heart.
Lindong gently stroked the gray kitten a few times, stood up, and walked towards him, explaining proactively, "I tried creating some life, and so they appeared."
As she spoke, five little kittens lined up, craning their necks to curiously study Ethan.
"Is this also part of the contents of those books?"
Could it be that Lindong, much like a literary girl, can interpret the texts created by Sincaro?
But soon, Lindong denied this speculation, "It’s just a feeling, um, if I have to say, it’s something akin to an innate ability."
It’s like becoming a cat; for her, it feels more like an inherent skill.
Since childhood, she’s been favored by stray cats, who would often share food with her during her wandering days.
The three-day limit wasn’t pressing for Lindong; she even hoped for time to slow down a bit so she could preview her future life.
As for the wisdom trial...
It posed no difficulty to Ethan at all.
The same change in the library was witnessed by the butler Behemoth, whose expression was filled with confusion when he heard cat sounds from the isolated bedroom.
He desperately wanted to knock on Ethan’s door and face Lindong, to ask the greatest question lingering in his mind.
— Who are you?
However, that would be against etiquette, not something a butler should do.
In fact, he hadn’t paid any attention to Lindong from the beginning, because in his view, the person who truly caught the master’s interest was Ethan, the one most likely to succeed in the trial and complete the ascension also was Ethan, while Lindong happened to appear here by chance, nothing worthy of his effort.
Perhaps to humans, Saints are considered phenomenal beings, but in the eyes of high demons, they’re merely somewhat prominent individuals that still cannot escape the limits of humanity.
Their exceedingly short lifespans prevent them from advancing further; they needn’t do anything, and these Saints will be erased by time.
However, when Lindong demarcated a region in the library to create a bedroom belonging to her and Ethan, Behemoth realized the gravity of the situation.
Upon awakening, Lindong directly created her own creations.
Although they appear very weak, a group of harmless little animals, it signifies that the trial, which he considers supreme, is nothing more than child’s play to Lindong.
And Behemoth had no idea when Lindong mastered these skills.
He had always been monitoring the two’s movements; Lindong never browsed any of the library’s books, she wasn’t someone who claimed not to study yet secretly worked hard when Ethan was asleep, yet he had investigated Lindong’s background thoroughly, knowing she never had the opportunity to access these powers.
The Falling War two years ago is the best proof.
If Lindong mastered these powers back then, she definitely wouldn’t have escaped the Empire heavily injured with her tail tucked.
The battle record two years ago lowered Behemoth’s assessment of Lindong, but now, he feels he might have made a grave error.
Not long after, the door to the house opened.
It was Lindong who emerged, holding a gray kitten; she seemed particularly fond of this little fellow.
The kitten contentedly narrowed its eyes, making purring sounds, while the other kittens followed at Lindong’s feet, their walking posture a bit clumsy.
"Did you see him? He’s Behemoth, a demon."
Lindong took the initiative to introduce this neighbor to the kittens, "He’s full of mischief, don’t eat what he offers."
The kittens seemed to understand Lindong’s warning and shot fierce looks at Behemoth, appearing as if ready to hiss.
However, for a demon, threats from cats lack any intimidation and instead seem somewhat adorable.
Behemoth also noticed Ethan had left the ’home’ and headed towards one of the bookshelves.
Once Ethan’s figure disappeared completely around the corner of the shelf, Behemoth approached Lindong.
She was walking the cats while, under Behemoth’s nose, constructing a garden.
The cultivated land sprouted white flowers never seen before, and soon pure white, crystalline fruits formed on the branches.
"Miss Lindong."
Seeing that Lindong had no intention to respond to him, Behemoth had no choice but to speak up.
He couldn’t discern any sense of urgency from Lindong about potentially being trapped here forever, "Regarding this trial... it seems you’ve fully mastered these powers, congratulations."
As he spoke, Behemoth carefully scrutinized Lindong, hoping to gain some feedback.
"Hmm, what trial?"
Lindong focused sincerely on cultivating the vegetation in the garden, plucking a plump fruit and bringing it to the kitten’s mouth, "I’m not the one participating in the trial."
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of snow cherries.
"I’m curious, how did you achieve this?"
Hesitating for a moment, Behemoth still vocalized the question burning in his mind.
He is the adjudicator of this trial, entrusted with great responsibility by the master, but in reality, he is unfamiliar with the outcome of this trial, unable to ascertain what happens when Ethan acquires these powers.
Yet Lindong had no intention of answering his inquiry, leaving Behemoth to face only a cold silence.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ethan returned to an earlier time.