Infiltrating Kurta

Coleman woke up on a tree trunk at dawn, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

He pondered once again why he had abandoned his comfortable bed at home to come to this godforsaken, desolate island.

"Sigh, one really shouldn't have too much curiosity in life."

If it weren't for his desire to see how the puppeteers of this world differed from those in his own, Coleman would never have come to such an incredibly inelegant place!

As for those so-called Scarlet Eyes.

One had to understand that treasures were only defined as such because of human desire.

To put it bluntly, they were just eyeballs with a color gradient.

What was so rare about that?

Look at a chameleon; its entire body could change color, yet it was still just a lizard, wasn't it?

Treasures in the eyes of humans were defined by humans, so to Coleman, they held no significant value.

If he had to describe them, they were merely chemical elements or biological tissues.

He couldn't understand what people saw in diamonds, gemstones, or animal furs.

Especially those who liked using animal pelts for decoration.

The animals needed their skin, but what use was it to you?

It carried a stench of blood that lingered for ages.

Didn't it creep you out to keep that in your wardrobe or on your vanity?

Since that didn't creep you out, why were you so terrified of becoming one of my works of art?

I'm quite considerate; I always kill you first before I start painting.

Some merchants even rip parts off living animals just for the sake of texture!

Compared to that, how kind and merciful I am.

Why are you all so afraid of me?

Feeling a bit sullen, Coleman quickly pushed this unsolvable proposition to the back of his mind.

Forget it; in many species, the behavior of certain members was always baffling to their peers.

Humans were naturally no exception.

In the end, Coleman concluded his brainstorming session by defining those people as having serious mental illnesses.

He continued to mutter to himself, I'm the normal one.

That's right, I am the only true, elegant gentleman.

They are far more deranged than I am!

Straightening out these convoluted thoughts made Coleman feel much lighter.

By now, he had crossed the sandy path and arrived near the settlement of the Kurta people.

He stretched his back, feeling somewhat lethargic.

I'll see if I can bring something interesting back for my brother later.

Otherwise, that little brat will definitely question where I went off to play!

Coleman didn't want to tell Illumi that he had run off to see Ku'er Ya out of mere curiosity.

If he did, given Illumi's style, either he would lose a layer of skin, or Ku'er Ya would.

"Little one? Are you lost?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out from ahead.

Subconsciously looking up, Coleman's gaze revealed a hint of appreciation.

What a beautiful big sister!

He hoped she hadn't fallen into the trap of that old pervert.

Otherwise, given the puppeteer's vile nature, he might even turn this woman into a doll for his collection after she gave birth.

After all, this lady was truly beautiful.

Long golden hair, brown pupils.

A soft, gentle face filled with a smile.

She looked like an innocent girl untouched by the world.

Yet, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes betrayed the marks that time had left upon her.

His gaze drifted downward, catching sight of her slightly protruding belly.

Coleman suddenly realized.

Oh, so this lady was already a mother.

Coleman smiled afterward.

It was a very well-behaved smile.

He greeted the lady politely, "Not at all, my lady. I am here following the suggestion of Mr. Ku'er Ya to purchase the biscuits made by the Kurta clan."

"He spoke so highly of this food!"

A gentleman, naturally, must respect—or even over-respect—every lady.

Especially since the gentle person before him was currently with child.

Maintaining a perfectly appropriate distance, Coleman said with a smile, "Do you happen to know where the path to the Kurta clan is?"

Silver hair, eyes like raging fire.

His baby face had yet to fade, appearing somewhat chubby.

Yet he was feigning the air of a gentleman.

Clearly just a young boy, he was trying to act like a grown man.

He manipulated his small limbs, attempting to display grace before a twenty-five-year-old woman.

But because of his stature and age, his movements were somewhat incongruous.

Yet, it was adorable.

The woman, overflowing with maternal instinct, had stars in her eyes, though she did not act overly enthusiastic for fear of startling the little one.

"So you were introduced by Mr. Ku'er Ya. In that case, I shall lead you there. As it happens, my husband is currently making those biscuits, so you can take some back with you."

"Oh, that would be truly appreciated."

Watching the unsuspecting woman, the corners of Coleman's mouth curled upward.

Hiding the deeper meaning in his eyes, he noted this detail in his heart.

He did not let a single thing slip.

He thought aimlessly to himself, if the entire clan was like this...

There would be big trouble in the future.