"Tell me—who gave you this idea?" The sluttiest idea her sweet, innocent kitten could conjure up to seduce her was by flicking his ears and tail or wearing those low-cut V-neck shirts he seemed so proud of. With that mecha-filled brain of his, he could never have come up with something this… suggestive. Blushing from ear to ear, Corvin mumbled awkwardly, "It was Silas. I traded him a Rank 11 mecha just to teach me." Before Emma could even react, he threw his arms around her and tumbled her backward onto the bed. "Emma, I know I'm dumb. I'm not as smooth as Silas, not as capable as Prince Lucien, and I definitely don't understand you like Edric does. And compared to Alaric, I'm not even half as good-looking. Please don't dislike me—I'll do my best to learn." Who on earth got under his skin this time? And what does Alaric have to do with anything? Emma pulled him into her arms and planted a hard kiss on his cheek. "Don't let your imagination get to you. Whether it's you, Edric, Lucien, or Silas, each of you means the same to me."She wasn't some sick huntress—she just wanted to give them all a welcoming home. "Really?" Corvin's eyes lit up, sparkling with joy and disbelief. "I knew it—you're the best, Emma." He leaned down to kiss her, whispering softly against her ear, "Emma, do you like me dressed like this?" She nodded. "I do—but only when no one else is around." "Got it." Corvin grinned, fully aware he'd never dare wear this in front of Lucien or the others. They'd probably chop him into pieces. "Emma, I'm gonna buy more outfits like this," he said suddenly, a light of revelation in his eyes. "I'll wear them one by one just for you." Apparently, Silas' advice worked like magic. Corvin decided he'd gift Silas another mecha for being such a great teacher. … That evening, Silas had barely stepped through the door when Corvin grabbed him by the arm. "Silas, your method worked perfectly! Emma loved it. So I've decided to thank you properly." He actually used it?! Silas thought with mild bewilderment, then smiled faintly. "And how exactly do you plan to thank me?" As luck would have it, he had something he needed Corvin's help with. "I'm giving you another mecha," Corvin said. "But it can only be a Rank 10 this time—I don't have enough Rank 11 beast cores left." Silas waved him off. "Forget that. I've got more mecha than I know what to do with." He leaned in and whispered close to Corvin's ear, "I just placed an order in your lab. If you really want to thank me, finish the equipment I requested as soon as possible." He had no choice—every one of his men was chasing him down for gear, and the constant nagging was driving him insane. Corvin opened his lightcore, checked the order, and hesitated. "Fine, I can build this batch for you first. But you can't tell Prince Lucien. He placed an order before you did, and if he finds out I gave you priority, he'll skin me alive. I won't even be able to stay home with Emma." Silas nodded immediately. "I swear to the Beast God—I won't tell Lucien." "What won't you tell me?"Lucien's voice came out of nowhere, startling Corvin so much he nearly jumped out of his skin. Silas patted Corvin's shoulder to calm him, then turned around with a casual smile. "Not to tell you how I taught Corvin to win Emy's heart, of course." Corvin nodded eagerly. "Yeah! What he said!" Man, Silas really is a genius! "Huh!" Lucien snorted. "Pathetic." As if he cared to know in the first place. … When Emma came downstairs, she paused by the fish tank. Her gaze fell on the little pink fish she had set aside earlier. The leaf Silas had given her was gone, and the fish looked lively again. It seemed it wouldn't need to be turtle food after all. "What are you looking at, Emy?" Silas asked as he walked over. Following her gaze, he spotted the pink fish swimming around energetically in its separate bowl. "You're back," Emma said with a smile. "This morning I thought it was dying, so I gave it some medicine and one of your leaves. Now it looks like it's recovered. Are your leaves really that effective?" Corvin leaned in, watching the little fish dart about, and grinned. "Silas, give me some of your leaves too, won't you?" If he had those, he could just chew on one whenever a mecha or warship explosion went wrong and blew him up again. At that, Edric—descending the stairs—and Lucien both looked over at Silas. Silas rolled his eyes so hard they nearly stuck.