Lucien wasn't in a hurry. He calmly comforted the Merfolk elders as they cried their hearts out. Only when he was sure that no more pearls were falling did he politely escort them out. As soon as the elders left, Emma came in with Silas, Edric, and Marcus. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the floor full of large, round, and lustrous pearls. "These are huge! So shiny and perfectly round—I've never seen pearls like these before!" Lucky day! Seeing how much she liked them, Silas and the others helped her pick up every last one. Edric smiled and said, "I heard the pearls formed from the Merfolk King's tears are pink, bigger, and even more beautiful than these." Marcus muttered darkly, "Then we'll wait for him, make him cry more pearls for Ms. Tibarn." Not only was this guy sharp-tongued—his hands were ruthless too.Silas nodded seriously. "Good idea." Lucien was speechless. If Marcus ever became Silas' personal enforcer, Silas would truly be invincible across the interstellar. Emma hugged the big pouch of pearls in her arms and asked Silas, "But the elders said the pink fish wasn't their king. What now?" Everyone turned to Silas. He raised an eyebrow and said, "We are going fishing." Fishing? … That afternoon, following Silas' orders, the guards released newly bought fish into the artificial lake. By dusk, Corvin had returned from the Ravaryn. Before he could show off new flirting tricks, Emma told him to eat—tonight, they were fishing. Fishing? Corvin blinked but went to dinner. … After the meal, Silas tossed two of his own leaves into the artificial lake, then went with Lucien and the others to Emma's room. From her large balcony, they could see the entire lake clearly. The group leaned over the railing, watching in silence. Time passed. Around one in the morning, Corvin yawned softly beside Silas. "Are we sure that pink little fish is really Kieran? He still hasn't shown up." Maybe Silas had gotten it wrong? Emma whispered, "Let's wait a bit longer." Fishing takes patience. … Down below, Kieran had just digested Silas' leaves. He stretched comfortably. After eating the female's leaves, his body felt even better—he wasn't hungry anymore. Humming contentedly, he swam two lazy circles in the tank. The other small pink fish, terrified, darted into corners—they still remembered how close they'd been to being eaten by him. Since Kieran wasn't hungry tonight, he soon fell asleep happily. Too bad, my female had already gone back to her room after dinner—otherwise, I would have blown her a few more bubbles. … On the balcony, Emma and the others waited all night but never saw Kieran. Corvin had fallen asleep next to Silas, and Edric and Lucien stared at Silas with dark circles under their eyes. "Are you sure?" Edric asked. "Yes," Silas replied confidently. "My instincts are never wrong."He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Ah—I see. I fed him my leaves yesterday. He ate them, so he wasn't hungry. That's why he didn't steal fish." Lucien sighed. "Then we'll starve him for two days." Half-asleep, Marcus leaned against Emma and grumbled, "Ms. Tibarn, let Corvin stew him. If he won't return, he can stay gone forever." "Absolutely not. How would Aurelia explain that to the Merfolks?" Emma said. Besides, who would dare eat a half-human, half-fish creature? Edric hooked his pinky around hers. "He won't appear during the day. Rest, Emma—you must be tired." "Right!" Corvin perked up. He hurried over. "Emma, in the Ravaryn, I learned a special massage. You must be exhausted—let me give you one!" He'd learned plenty of tricks to please his partner, after all. Emma couldn't bring herself to reject him. "Alright." Lucien and the others exchanged knowing looks. So that's what Corvin went back to learn—how to win someone's favor. When everyone else left, Corvin happily brought out a bottle of essential oil he'd brought from the Ravaryn, washed his hands, and said, "Emma, take off your clothes and lie on the bed. I'll apply the oil first." Emma removed her outer robe and lay face down on the bed.