Brook, Good Afternoon

"Bang!"

As Moria hurriedly opened the castle's main gate, Yaen stood with his hands behind his back, looking around at the peculiar building that resembled a medieval European noble's castle.

Well... it still had that dark, vampiric style...

It had to be said that, due to the geographical barriers across these seas, almost every island possessed its own unique and fascinating style. This also allowed Yaen to somewhat understand why some pirates were so devoted to endless adventure.

Constantly witnessing more of the novel and mysterious things in the world was undoubtedly one of the greatest romances of being a man.

Moria hurried over to Yaen's side, nervously poking his fingers together in front of him as he spoke ingratiatingly.

"My lord, why didn't you tell me you were coming in advance? I could have prepared a feast for you."

"There's no need for a feast."

Yaen replied to Moria gently, then raised his hand to greet Perona. "Perona, you seem even cuter now."

Perona was no longer the little girl she had once been, yet she still looked like a princess from a fairy tale. Nervously and bashfully squeezing the doll in her hands, she quietly replied to Yaen.

"Thank you, my lord."

"You need to grow properly. You have to eat more if you want to develop," Yaen said.

"I... I'm already an adult, my lord."

In front of Yaen, Perona, who held him in awe, subconsciously spoke in a faint voice.

"Huh?"

Hearing that, Yaen could not help taking another careful look at Perona. Only then did he realize that while Perona indeed favored a dark, cute princess style, the parts of her that were supposed to have matured had already matured quite fully.

Yaen smacked his lips, withdrew his gaze, and said awkwardly,

"Hahaha, time really