On the garden bench, Merlin sat casually, his arms resting along the backrest.
He closed his eyes and hummed softly, as if waiting for something.
"[Master, do you think the heroine Charlotte will come looking for you?]" the system asked.
Merlin opened his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "System, how long have you been following me?"
"[Um... about two years. Why do you ask?]"
"Two years, huh? Then why are you still so stupid?"
System: "..."
"Can't you see how much Charlotte loves me?" Merlin rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It's already at ninety-five points. There's no way she wouldn't look for me after coming out of seclusion—especially when she didn't find me standing with her father and siblings at the door."
He had deliberately left earlier, right after Charlotte emerged. His goal was to find a quiet, comfortable place to talk.
Another reason was to give her and her family time to reunite.
