The heavy rain soaked the Northern Country, and towering white waves swept over everything.
The mighty river churned southward.
The cold, the flames of war, the smoke, and the bloodshed across the Northern Country were all washed away.
The whole world was dyed white.
The rain-soaked ground was a muddy, soggy mess. Whether it was feet or carriage wheels, anything that stepped on it got caked in mud.
In weather like this, all you could do was stay indoors.
"Hey, Lilim, how much longer are you going to lie there?"
"Purr, purr. Purr, purr."
Lynn felt like he'd unlocked Lilim's third form.
Lilim was sprawled over him like a cat, lying motionless on his lap.
She wasn't Hajili or a bratty little imp. She was another Hakimi—a clingy cat who didn't need to do anything, just lie there and tempt people.
But this wouldn't last long. Hajili's personality really was a lot like a cat's; most of the time, she'd wander off on her own to be by herself.
In all the years he'd spent with Lilim, she'd mostly complained that she didn't have enough space to herself.
Isn't that what cats are like?
They were only clingy for a little while.
"Lynn, move your hand up a little. That feels nice."
"Sure."
Lynn helplessly moved his hand a little higher, slipping it into her soft, silky, cool-to-the-touch
hair.
He massaged Lilim's scalp.
He even tidied her hair as he went.
After giving Lilim a full massage, she finally got up like a useless little cutie and went to lie down on a sofa.
"I'm so tired. This is so relaxing!"
"You're the one relaxing."
"Meow, I'm going to rest, meow. I'm not doing any work, meow."
"Sure."
Lynn had had it. It was like Lilim had unlocked something and