Victor felt himself being suddenly hugged, his feet leaving the ground instantly as his field of vision rose.
Before he could react, several wet, cool kisses landed on his cheeks.
This feeling was completely different—
It wasn't the green, shy touch of Enid, nor the analytical forced kiss of Wednesday; it was more like... an elder kissing a cub, with a sense of pure joy and almost doting intimacy.
"W-Wait! Who is this person?!"
Enid's eyes widened, and for a moment, she actually forgot to stop this sudden "attack."
Through those familiar kisses carrying a faint scent of blood orange, Victor finally realized who was holding him.
"Mavis?!"
He struggled, his voice filled with a mix of laughter and helpless resignation.
"Put me down! I'm nineteen already! I'm not a kid anymore!"
"Oh~ In my eyes, you're still that dirty little cutie that Papa Dracula brought back!"
A cheerful voice rang out, the arms holding him tightening as a "mwah" kiss landed on his forehead.
"Let big sister kiss you again! Thank you for the special sun-resistant sunscreen you sent back! So this is what a picnic in the sun tastes like! Mwah!"
The one holding him was a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties, with pale skin, a bright smile, and big, sparkling eyes full of vitality.
"Mavis! You're over a hundred years old! At least be a bit more mature and steady!"
Although Victor was complaining, the smile blooming on his face was exceptionally bright.
It was a kind of cloudless, heartfelt, cheerful smile that Wednesday and Enid had never seen before, as if he had cast off all madness or pretenses and returned to his truest self.
This pure smile caused a faint trace of jealousy, which they hadn't even noticed themselves, to flicker through both Wednesday's and Enid's hearts at the same time.
"Mavis?"
Enid remembered; Victor seemed to have mentioned that she was someone from the Elf Inn that had taken him in.
Wait, wouldn't that make them... childhood friends? A century-old childhood friendship?! The sense of crisis in Enid's heart instantly skyrocketed.
"Calm down, Sinclair," Wednesday's voice rang out coldly, with her usual sharp tongue.
"Use that pitiful brain capacity of yours to think; age difference and time spent together don't directly equate to a romantic relationship. Don't be like a jumpy golden retriever."
Just then, a miniature, furry little bat groggily crawled out of Mavis's collar. It rubbed its eyes with its tiny claws, and upon seeing Victor, its bean-like black eyes suddenly lit up!
With a soft "poof" and a small puff of smoke, the little bat vanished.
In its place was a four or five-year-old boy with fluffy red curls and chubby cheeks, who landed precisely in Victor's arms.
The little boy reached out with his short, chubby arms, hugged Victor's neck, and shouted in a sweet, milky voice:
"Dad!"
"Pfft—!"
Enid couldn't catch her breath, and her vision went dark; she almost fainted right there! The child is already this big?!
Wednesday caught the staggering Enid, her voice carrying undisguised mockery.
"Look carefully with your eyes, Sinclair. Then use what remains of your reasoning abilities. Could two pale, black-haired individuals produce a red-curly-haired offspring? Has genetics failed in your world?"
Victor scrambled to hold the soft little boy in his arms and corrected him helplessly:
"Dennis! I've told you so many times! You have to call me Godfather! Understand? Godfather!"
The little boy—Dennis—tilted his head and blinked his big eyes, seemingly trying to understand the word, then spoke sweetly again:
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